Mana, The Clown
To never stop walking,
You taught me to believe.
But my footsteps are dragging
And my past lies to me.
My family, my friend,
My clown, my guide.
I was alone, so angry and afraid,
But you held my hand and we walked far away.
Then your pace slowed and stalled,
I felt the warmth in your hands freeze.
However alone I walked thereon,
I kept walking for our memories.
"Never stop walking,"
The clown always said.
But now, to whom were you talking?
I or the beast in my head?
I know now who it was you kept close,
Not I, but the Noah my skin protects.
Why, then, do I miss your warm hand?
The soft eyes that felt no fear nor contempt?
My family, my enemy,
My clown, my pain,
You fooled and betrayed me.
Do I truly walk in vain?