Sad clowns
Sad clowns on the rainy horizon with tears torn from red glass eyes
Collapsing with nothing to hit
In a free fall to the next day
In the hopes of catching the fire
Coming off the tips of the dragons wings
To hold on to one single shining star
In to the cup the saliva slides wishing there was something to do
And crashing against the wood frame looking for the door
To the room were lives stretch far beyond their comforts
In dreams and desires
With strong hands that never give up the matters of importance