Installment 1 of 5 of the “For the Masses” Seres.
Life is like an impossible balancing act.
We are expected to come away uninjured, but that is rarely the case…
Like clowns wearing masks of other people’s design we perform for the masses.
Seeking their attention, Seeking their approval…
We balance on a cloth red with our own essence, and yet it’s not enough.
In final desperation we set our souls a blaze.
And yet their heckles still flow, like rocks against the flesh
We stumble and fall, again our essence seeps as the crowd disburses
The show is over. The masses have moved on to find another…