A Semblance of Normalcy

Why I Leave Jesters Alone

There is no consistency found
Within the colors in my head.
I cannot pinpoint where I stand
In the midst of motlies and jester hats.
I purely desire to rip or crack
Those mocking grins
Carved into their masks,
To cut the ignorance sewn
To the hems of their costumes.

Though perhaps I am the ignorant one
For I do not wish to find heroes or beauty
Hidden underneath their smiles
But to leave the unknown
With a vivid image of its actuality.