Harlequin Heart
From experience with people to whom a projected image and ‘conquests’ are more important than genuine feelings and relationships – with apologies to the Commedia dell’Arte.
HARLEQUIN HEART
As I stare into your eyes
I don’t recognise who you are
I’ve seen you try on all your forty-odd faces
You keep in a jar by the door
Where do I start? Please tell me!
Where do I begin?
With faux charades & masquerades
And your carousels of lies
So it comes as no surprise
When all your Columbines
Shall rise to seize the day
And blow your world away
It’s written in the stars:
How did you expect them to fall in love with you
When you have a Harlequin heart?
What will you do when the audience turns on you?
Who will you call when the curtain starts to fall?
Oh-oh-oh!
With accolades and cavalcades
The critics you despise
Now they’ll rise to claim the prize
When all your Columbines
Shall sigh and spread the word
That your life is so absurd
It’s written like a play:
How did you expect them to fall in love with you
When you have a Harlequin heart?
As you step into the light
And your audience knows your name!
I’ve seen you try out all your fatuous phrases
You keep in the holes in your head
Where’s the applause? Now tell me!
When does it begin?
With black cat’s paws and marionettes
The lamb lies down and dies
So it comes as no surprise
When all your Columbines
Shall stare into to your soul
And they’ll rise to take control
There’s one thing left to say:
How did you expect them to fall in love with you
When you have a Harlequin heart?
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(c) 2018 all voices, music, lyrics and instruments
by Paul D E Mitchell PRS Registered
the worst thing is not to fall in love with such a person but to believe you can become friends out of compassion, understanding human nature and trying to comfort them when the applause was tepid or the theater seats empty.
Indeed. A critical friend is worth a hundred flatterers…
The best thing is to examine self, because that’s what we can do. Rest is waste of time. Kudos!
Namaste! Thank you for reading an listening. We can indeed lose ourselves in a whirlwind of false praise and foolish dreams – dazzling stage lights can mask the empty theatre of our lives….