The thoughts of a mime

If asked what day it is, can I say Tuesday
If asked what how I feel, can I say just Okay

If I put on these white cloves, can I say nothing at all
If I crawl into this box, can I can I pretend that I'm still small

If you knock on these clear walls, do I have to come out
If you open the lid of this mimes head, do I have to share my doubt

This rope I climb with will someday pull me somewhere
Where I don't know and to whom I don't dare say.

So it will be in here that I sit, calm and in doubt
So it is here that the thoughts of this mime seep out

So again the mime is given a voice to speak
So again he takes his chance and bites his cheek

****unkown****



these are the mere utterances of a lunatic