That clown looked exactly like me
Except he had it all figured out
And here I am without a clue
Of who I am meant to be
What I am meant to be doing
And how I can force myself
To make things happen
So when I have another run in with a clown
I won’t think of myself as one
Written May 28, 2018
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
