Is the Jester ever happy?
Smiles real and true,
Painted on porcelain skin.
Mocked as much as mocks.
This is her world,
solo soul against
all else.
Walled off, protected
and safe.
Alone.
Lonely,
yet less for love.
Longing more for a
mental marriage of
minds.
Odds favor failure,
frowning on emotion.
Logic leads the day,
all days, always,
alone.
