Clown Frown Poem by Drake Kinkaid

A smile trails each word let go
Someone's at the door coming strong and slow
Take a run down the hall and I'm now in the know
Piled visons and dreams of the cool and fresh fields to be roamed
I always knew I'd give in to play

They just come to desacrate...
Just come to follow stright
The intricate fight for the fittest
These rats close around are trying to get us
I need a shade to cool the dark buring desire
One to create a way to inspire
My fire..

And I'm gonna sail the moon befor my sh*t goes to waste
Though for the moment I'm still running in place
A clown who's soul wears a frown on it's face