Circus Life
No safety net exist for those who are poor
Except the set of skills honed ekeing some more
This life's trapeze I swing wageless to survive,
I climb the breeze then where waged heroes must thrive
On something more than guts, the numbing applause
The victim's lore in the just service of cause
O laugh madly loud, matters not the bands beat
The tragedy trouping down the cheering street
I will join them, turn my horror into gain
This need must stem want of hunger and of pain
I am crazy enough, so they will have me
From one lazy rope to next, this prodigy.
It was a long climb up the height you see me
King of the song and dance show and comedy
Each child wait only for the gasping breath
The twist of fate postponing horror and death
I am the king of the flying trapeze, watch
The fast, high swing, and the short rope's nimble catch
Confidence makes the only safety net here
Watch my dive rakes the oohs and aahs from the air
I shall come down but to thunder and applause
And make the town thinks gravity has no laws
It's mere chance we keep rolling through open space
There is none free if by laws we permit grace
I am caught in a circus by webs of dream
Floating on din where the children gladly scream
Strings of thought, wings of imagination bright
Charmed by feelings truth hides best behind the light
Circus children, all of us on the fast trapeze
Climbing heaven, we fall again to creature ease.
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