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That Blank Ceiling and Its Lackadaisical Charm

That feeling of helplessness
When you are lonely and have no one to talk to
No one who really cares
No one who understands you
It can drive you crazy
It can bring you to your knees
That feeling of utmost despair
Resonates with a general feeling of unease

Looks of strangers seem bizarre
Was that your imagination or a new low?
Is this the beginning of depression?
Is it just one of those days
When everyone has something to do
Somewhere to go
Someone to love

You find yourself staring at the ceiling
The idiot box
Feeling down and out
Lost in a state of confusion
Music soothes the nerves
Settles the ragged edges
Some comedy on the idiot box cracks you up

Try to be a comedian
Someone who infuses laughter to get rid of the tears
The mask need not budge
You have integrity and grit
You get by
Past the hurt
The stone throwing
The mean glances
The loneliness
You have found a new friend
The persona (if you may) of something that sticks with you

Infuse dry humor you do
Sarcasm brings on the chuckles
You are everyone’s friend
You are a hit
The person someone calls
You oblige
Someone needs you
You have friends

Are they, really your friends?
Those, who pick your brain?
The ones who use you to get past their situations
But, you don’t care, do you?
You just need to get rid of the loud silence
It reverberates
It challenges
It brings out the worst in you
You cannot deal
The show goes on
You have a part to play
You cannot budge
Set the tone
Work the magic
Bring on the spontaneity

A smile and a laugh is all that you need
That is all that you have to give
And give you must
This is your prize
Your glory
You need to get back on your knees now
Thank
Praise
Enjoy

It is your life
You have a new space
Spread the love
The message of laughter
Something that only you can do
Along with many others, true
But,
You are an original
A masterpiece
A person who knows what it feels like to luck out
Nevertheless
The show must and will go on
Period.

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