my ides do lay in eyes thier laziness
Is like a pantamimes right to silence.
Where falls the circus tent of time
and I am over tired and sleep by
dangling from hights my trapeze dreams
Like an alarm clock hit the circus net
a first fall and a first catch spent.
Juggling thoughts past the audience
of myself watching me and I am many objects
of affection to pass the moments in the void
of true illusions toy.
Wake falling as the human cannonball falls
why do I have withdrawls
fire dances
past lifes circumstances,
Yet I manage to walk the tight rope of life
and still as a modern man survive
though just by a stilt
the unfolding silk
guides the body
to its ultimate release.
Yet I learned
Everyone jumps, but one must wait their turn.
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