The Mime

A busker was at the market square one day When I had the privilege to observe him a mime Appatently he was trapped in a room alone For he looked kind of sad like a teen with no phone I asked him if he was down and needed a hug But he gave me the indifferent Paris shrug A hat on the ground in front of his feet Held money from people who thought he was neat Finally he found a transparent door Stepped through it and he's finally trapped no more There is a lesson to be learned from watching a mime Keep searching for an out and you will find one every time