Clockwork

Clockwork

Like clockwork, 

I dance on my toes

for you, the Crown 

to my foolish Jester,

and I let the sweetness of 

your praise sting my 

throat as it goes

down. Each time, it 

hurts a little bit more

to swallow my pride

and lower my brow,

but like clockwork,

I can't stop for fear 

of a frown, so until 

I one day find my 

heart's design, I will

remain your little mime.