Circus

Running through the rain
With the soundtrack playing in our heads
A thousand words I could have painted
To make things look like the dream.
Instead we paint the town red,
And laugh out loud like coloured clowns,
Say good morning to our neighbours;
Entertain them by spinning out of orbit
While the lion tamer makes us jump through hoops.
Prolific words speak volumes
Like the electric neon signs above,
That they could easily substitute with an exclamation mark
Gratification’s granted with a swing of the trapeze.
And they would never see it coming
Because I can’t express it still,
So we keep on, keep on running
Around the myriad ideas bent
That bind us to this tent
A chance to get your fill.
“My crown is gravely broken”,
That’s what Jack told Jill,
So we keep on, keep on running
Till our legs give out
And all that’s left is doubt;
Pretentious crowded silence
And pieces of shattered talent
Scattered all about.