Becoming the Clown

So many times, we lose our way
Never knowing, the moment today
Always planning, for days ahead
Past returns, so full of dread
The chains we wear, laced of gold
More has said, the primitive told
Always stuck with, baggage of rust
Stacking up, no signs of trust
This is a past, story of old
Celebrate, the struggle is told
Laughing through, the fool is found
Born again, becoming the clown
Going off, again brand new
Searching for, no more blues
Never finding, a safety net
Always falling, no object
Floating through, space and time
Holding onto, struggle to wine
How much longer, do you need
To discover, the embedded seed
This is a past, story of old
Celebrate, the struggle is told
Laughing through, the fool is found
Born again, becoming the clown
Planted somewhere, deep inside
Human abstract, no more deny
Letting go, with rain pouring down
Rising up, the here and the now
Growing up, refreshed again
How much longer, the circles will tend
Expanding farther, than eyes can see
Sounding stronger, feeling a beat
This is a past, story of old
Celebrate, the struggle is told
Laughing through, the fool is found
Born again, becoming the clown