am i the blank one?
am i the charlie chaplin with licorice shoes?

trust me, there were few times i looked at you in the eye
(this i admit)
it was those moments when i wanted to
cry out of absurdity
and laugh out of sadness

i know, there were few times when i did right
(this i admit)
when the little boy laughs at the prat falls with
legs flailing in the air and he
asks if it was real

everyone told him don't worry
it's all pretense

i confess it, i will never be the music you wanted
(this i admit)
i will produce laughter for you maybe
make heart rates rise
draw perfect circles in chalk

his shoes were not licorice my love
he ate them because he didn't feel like moving anymore

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