Day after day,
Alone on a hill.
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him.
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer.
He was a fool. An imp. The world was a joke to him, and therefore, the world saw him as a joke. Although he did embrace life, he wasn't entirely sure if life embraced him. There were often times when he felt as if he didn't belong. Could he possibly be on the wrong planet?
But the fool on the hill,
sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
see the world spinning 'round.
Although he appeared to be a buffoon of a man, was there perhaps something more? There had to be more than this. He refused to believe that life was nothing but a gag. It was not often that he conversed with the depths of his soul. He was mostly a shallow laugh in the crowd. But don't blow him off, he's more than he seems.
Well on the way.
Head in a cloud.
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice.
Too often, he enjoyed being the fool, the imp, the clown. He revelled in being the comical one. Every laugh that he caused, he thought belonged to him. To make someone laugh was to change a life, in his mind. He was attractive to some but unattractive to most. He sounds as if he would be interesting, correct? He was, but there was a side to him that made him strange and somewhat abnormal. The fact that when the jokes were put aside, he wasn't able to remove his clown mask.
But the fool on the hill,
sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
see the world spinning 'round.
Anon, he would find the answer to life. Not soon, nor at the moment, but in time. It would talk a certain matureness for the answer to be revealed to him. It's hard to believe that this imprudent imp would turn in his joke book for a pursed lip and calm spirit. But it will happen. The fool on the hill, he wont be a fool for much longer.