What wretched forces gave us this?
A simultaneous curse and gift.
A head with passions plied innate
To know, inspire, dream; create
A world in which we pioneer
The call for every chortled tear.
And heart with yearnings just as strong
Telling us we must belong
Somewhere
And make the ties which may, in time
Give rise to visions more sublime
Than those we see with wonted eyes.
When circumstance, with brazen voice
Demands of us to make a choice
Between the two; with no reprieve
No compromise, no chance to grieve
The loss of hope, forever lorn
Inside a soul confused and torn.
And so persist with lonely task:
To play the clown ‘neath painted mask.
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