Linda Rosenkrans
In a world of whimsy and wonder, he struts and sways,
A man of mystery and mischief, dressed in hues of laughter,
Stilts tapping the earth like a secret code only he can decode.
His jester’s cap, adorned with bells that sing
A song of whimsical chaos and hidden truths,
His painted smile never revealing the depths of his soul.
Each step a precarious dance, a tightrope act
Balancing between reality and fantasy,
As he teeters on the open expanse of the carnival grounds.
In the carnival’s kaleidoscope of colors,
He is but a solitary figure, a riddle unsolved
A mirror reflecting the masks we all wear.
Is he the fool or the sage, the trickster or the truth-teller?
A conundrum wrapped in silk and satin,
A puzzle waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to look.
For beneath the jester’s facade lies a man
With secrets buried deep within the chambers of his heart,
Longing for connection in a world he views from above.
So as he strides on his stilts, a solitary figure in a sea of faces,
Remember that we are all performers on life’s grand stage,
Balancing between truth and illusion, between the known and the unknown.