Laid off
On the street

Children cry
I beg for change

Man shouts
"Get a job!"

Fearing the grey tomb
So much so you fail to live
Dead before your time

Sea choking airways
Ice water phantoms beckon
Stars fade beneath waves

Silent clown that mimics us
May you step before a bus
And vanish from our company
Gone from where you used to be
No more to follow us about
And snicker while we scream and shout
Your haughty face that paint conceals
Would look grand beneath those wheels
While the stain you leave behind
Would serve to warn the other mimes
Silent clown that mimics us
May you step before a bus

Now and Zen I think of things
I've never thunk before
I think
and think
and think
and think
Then sit and think some more.
When evening comes
I take my thoughts
and put them in a jar
Then stroll among the fireflies
and wish upon a star