"Hello Again.." I speak softly as I address my vision in the mirror.
"How have you been?" The stress lines on my face and the bags under my eyes, these signs, they speak back to me much clearer

Than a thin layer of paint to hide my tears.
A hair style to distract others,who come across my way,
as a smoke screen to hide my deepest fears.

I'm through playing the "Joker"
From Gotham who enjoys taunting the "Caped Cruisader"
in a game of "Clown and mouse.."
Giggles of taunt as I thought life was a game of Poker.

Time went onward as I played my hands.
I banked in high when I first started my "acting career.."
Only Life, "Lady Luck," the deception drew the anger from her
to losses in huge and dangerous dark-lands.

The lands I was drawn to since I had been distracted from myself.
The mirror was my eisle and my smile was my paint brush.

The images hang in the gallery of my mind.
As learning lessons... to stop and just merely be clearly myself.

As I thought my "alter-ego" was safe in my heart's vault
"Batman..." drew forth a truer vision....a truer fortune..

My true heart shown and money of emotional asset set aside..
For that rainy day when I deserve to rent a rest in my hotel with pride.

The dark path of distraction became a weight like such of a boat and
it's anchor...

I was never free to sail and to enjoy exploration..
The rightful...the truthful.... and deeply earned attractions

of the bright points of wants in life. They become needs.
After the make-up came off
this "Joker" walked out into the streets a new man.
He became his true hidden name -
The "Farmer" in his life, on such of a farm to help grow,
He has sowed his seeds.