THIS IS HOW IT IS

Golly, I'm in a weird mood. I think I'm over-tired and maybe a little depressed. Oh it's OK, I'm not looking for you to all rally around with flowers and compliments (and me saying that is not a double-bluff either, folks). No, I'm alright; I just get like this from time-to-time. I actually feel like I just need to vent a little bit. So shall I vent then, with a little poem. I guess I'll call it This is How it Is. It's not meant to be anything great or eloquent. It just sort of tumbled out of my fingers.

This is How it Is

This is how it is
When the walls break down
When the smile gets wiped
From the lonely clown

This is how it is
When the music fades
And the laughter stops
And the dark pervades

This is how it is
When the silent phone
Tells an empty tale
That is all its own

This is how it is
When the lights go out
When the tiny hope
Is a world of doubt

This is how it is
How it always seems
When the empty room
Has your wildest dreams

But the smallest voice
In the lonely place
Is the sound of home

Is the sound of grace

This is how it is
When the friendships flee
When all that's left is
You and me

This is how it is
When the walls break down
And the mirror just smiles
At the lonely clown