give it whatevr title u want to... The Theme was transition.
All the clowns repainted faces
Drew all measured graces
Their acrylic smile
That glittered shine
They checked their weapons
For the newest crimes
They chained the human races
the gloom of the urban places
n lifted the world in their hands
Sped up to the heaven’s land
And in this chained transition
I unchained myself
I now see all glories
In the childhood stories
And now I smile at their laughter
That endless before and after
I will cross all seas
In the smallest boat
n if I drown in the oceans
retell my cries as anecdotes.
