Once In My Life I Want To Be A Clown

Once in my life I want to be a clown.
To play a fool, when others are down.
I'll tell my audience the jokes they will hear.
I'll make them laugh admist there life full of fear.
I'll be their music-maker, there care-taker,
Of their sorrows of a normal day.
I am likely to do the the things otherwise than I say;
It's just the commic role I want to play.

With my shoes to big, my walking stick,
My big red nose, I suppose,
To be as funniest as I could be,
To make a difference with the one I normally want to see in me.

Once in my life I want to be a clown.
to do the things otherwise, to put them upside down.
I want for once to play my King Lear,
But otherwise than the tragic one,
My words will be laughable and without snear.
I am the promise-maker, the care-taker,
Of the good wishes and the joy.
It'll be me to be the player, it'll be the audience to be the toy.

With my orange wig, my shoes to big,
My coloured mask, I ask,
To see me once in an other way,
Than the dull ordinary man I usually play.

Once in my life the question I myself put,
Is this the way I should be?
Have I to be an other one?
Funnier than I once my life begun.
Need I wear those other clothes,
In order that I can suppose,
That people like me more in that funny way,
Than the naked soul, which underneath it lay.

With my ways to do, my daily blue,
My ways to be, I want to see,
The other person in me.
So it will be possible the real me can be truly free.