My Rumor

The spectators, nor the men in the clown costumes know of my dismay. They sit and watch, and dance about while I stand here silently. The floats roll by and the audience cheers, and they clap their hands at the wonderful display.

A lady passes by, acknowledging me by surprise, in her haste she’d asked to be excused. I gave her no reply.

I noticed a bouquet of cotton candy perched upon a stick, being held by a young man in a uniform, the thought made me sick.

I came here for a reason you know, just one is all. If I told you it’d sound so strange, it’d make no sense at all.

You see, I heard a rumor that I’d know someone here. It’s one I told myself, and when I asked myself what made me think that, I found that I had left. So now I have come and I’m standing here waiting, but still no one I know is here.

I’d like to know what made me tell myself this rumor, and why I would ever believe it might be true. And perhaps if I had met someone here I knew, how it was I’d have known.

This I’d really like to know more, because now that I recall, that lady knew my name, yet I said nothing to her. So why did I come here at all?