The yellow bus is shaking, the steps are worn down.
The actors dreams forsaking, all except our featured clown.
There’s a a sadness to his armor and a stiffness to his smile.
He is on the yellow bus now and will be for a while.
Under makeup there’s a human; who wonders, ‘Who am I?’
No one gives an answer and the bus just drives on by.
It’s a long road if we’re lucky and a short one if we’re not.
The clown is in his mind now, where all battles now are fought.