Why I Didn'T Join the Circus

I used to wonder If you remained Completely comfortable Would you ever wake from sleep It brings to mind the value Of slight discomfort Causing you to wake And live your life again The cycle of needing a jolt Or drifting forever in slumber I also imagined the point Of having enough sleep Your eyes open And you are ready For everything required of you Excited even The intent of the night before Springing into reality by morning Totally engaged The settings calibrated perfectly It's funny how I derail myself Like I need to be compromised Because otherwise what am I doing Optimum calibrations Mean I'm more than just potential Whatever happens Is the best it can get I prefer flukes And getting lucky Working on instinct The roulette of lack of planning Finding out defying rules Results in something worth it Like if I make perfect guacamole I still make no effort to write down how I think that makes it better And I'm not making oaths to avocados After all the times They weren't ripe and ready Like they promised