Clumsy, clumsy me
for what I used to be.
I’m a jester in a circus of life.
Unaware of reality
So gullible
So naïve.
I traced back to my past.
Looking at how funny I am
to trust whoever nears me.
Fancy, fancy me.
I’m the main course of a ballet show, or so I thought.
I looked back then, I knew
My friend isn’t with me, nor for me.
They’re just there
Waiting me fall
Watching me fall.
I used to think that I’m a star
of, at least, a fancy ballet show.
But in reality,
I’m a mere jester in a circus
Whom they wait in line to see,
falling.
Either way, I’m a star,
The fallen star to be seen
And to entertain.
Author: Valentina Pascalia
Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)
Illustrator: Kenar Syalaisha Kanayana