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!
