Woe is to the Mime

The Mime is stuck in his box,

Someone locked him in.

He can’t get out,

Someone hear his shout!

The Mime is stuck with no escape,

He is tied by his principles.

He can barely say a word,

For the first time, he wants to be heard.

People walk by, smiling at his charade,

They leave change in his hat.

They think he is doing a good job,

But critical of his makeup, it’s not hiding his sob.

Fool! You are on open ground,

Only in your mind, you are bound.

But the pressure, oh the pressure!

Could break you into pieces you couldn’t measure.

Mime, get out of the box!

Make your own key,

Open the latch with a crowbar, if you must!

Only you can set yourself free!