Weeping Joker

Who are we in this wicked land The boat I row in the sea of truth Is getting emptier day by day My hands are getting tired Where am I heading My mind is getting cramped The same question that never stops fading Happiness is an overrated feature. The spoon to feed that to me Have fallen into this chopping sea I’m wandering as a perfect insane who are labeled with multiple names Decades past, white hair replacing the dark ones That’s the only dark into white things Ever happened in my life Simple in virtue, steadfast in duty It's only nice to be on a plaque The weight of these words made me fall apart from this world