Welcome to the modern circus.
The arena is everywhere.
A fake smile to please the crowd.
Everyone plays and everyone watches.
Everyone performs for everybody.
Knowing their smiles are as forced as mine.
Performing like puppets on strings.
Following unspoken rules.
Not thinking, just obeying.
Empty shells pretending to be full of life.
Functioning so that the play can have its destined ending
Pleasing the unknown master dictating our movements
At home when no one is around to see.
And the door closes.
All around quietness, solitude - loneliness ?
And nothing is left.
The tears of a clown.
There is nothing more sad.
True emotion without anyone to notice and care.
And nobody knows why.
But no questions are asked.
The show has to go on.
The unknown master is never satisfied.