Past High Noon

When you fall, you may cry
Growing hurts the most
At the end, you may sigh
Moments, you do thirst
All the battles, you have fought
And still running free
What can never be caught
Opened with a key
Over hills and valleys
Castles crumble down
Walk across the trapeze
Watching is the clown
Who cries, most of the time
Before the jokes arrive
Symbols for the signs
Music for the blind
Sometimes too loud, or too soft
You can barely hear
The flute is playing from the loft
Shatter every fear
That are creeping in the shadows
Waiting for their time to strike
Always confused when they follow
Silence with a mic
Getting close, the end is seen
Batten down the hatches
Make a jump, how far can you leap
No time for the shallows
Hear the loon, scream at the moon
Nothing left to lose
Waking up past high noon
On the tab, of the fool