At the Circus

At the circus. Once, I met this clown named Shy. Two teardrops painted his humble face. And everyone laughed, when he fumbled around. Trying to make sense? Never crossed my mind Back then. I was Shy. At the circus. Once, I had candy floss. Confused kids, running around like brats. Faces messed with sweets and sand. And everyone laughed, when the chimps appeared. Trying to make sense? Never crossed my mind Back then. I was Confused. At the circus. Once, I heard the lions roar. Scared. Slime hanging from their angry teeth. Faces of fear. And everyone laughed, when I spilled all over myself. Trying to make sense? Never crossed my mind Back then. I was Scared. At the circus. Once, I saw the Ringmaster. Loved. Bowing his confident head. And everyone laughed, when flowing curtains drew to an end. Never crossed my mind Back then. I was Loved.