A Pierrot's Tear

Some say yesterday a sweet memory, but to me, yesterday is another bad dream I want to shake off forthwith. Although I admit today as today because I see sun in the sky, I suppose, today would be another day of bad dream as well at last, and if this premise is true or can be constructed from past experience and present, then, what can you expect from tomorrow. Most likely, no positive outcomes. Despite of all those negative connotations, I want to vest some meaning to tomorrow. Perhaps, I have a belief though with uncertainty, that everything has its end. With ruined make-up in a timeworn suit, I roam a street as usual to find my place to perform monodrama and when I crack jokes considering passersby in the street as my audiences, the jokes were thrown at the ground, kicked and stamped by the heartless audiences and returned to me as an empty echo. Nonetheless, I have to accept their unkindly reception on my jokes as if it’s proper and reply with another joke awkwardly, though it’s painful, I swallow the result of such treatments dilute them with tears and follow the time that brings nothing good for me but only ill omen.