Drake Kinkaid - clown frown

A smile trails each word let go <br />Someone's at the door coming strong and slow <br />Take a run down the hall and I'm now in the know <br />Piled visons and dreams of the cool and fresh fields to be roamed <br />I always knew I'd give in to play <br /> <br />They just come to desacrate... <br />Just come to follow stright <br />The intricate fight for the fittest <br />These rats close around are trying to get us <br />I need a shade to cool the dark buring desire <br />One to create a way to inspire <br />My fire.. <br /> <br />And I'm gonna sail the moon befor my sh*t goes to waste <br />Though for the moment I'm still running in place <br />A clown who's soul wears a frown on it's face<br /><br />Drake Kinkaid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clown-frown/