Gavin Joachims Poet Lyric

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.

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