I'm juggling confetti balloons,
Floating a wayward, up in the air,
Falling wherever, when they will,
Begging my cares to be ever still.
I’m the ringmaster of chaos.
Rid'n a tightrope chair.
Poised on tippy-toe, piqué.
About to lose an arm 'n leg.
My heart beats a drum roll,
To dare the cast-of-die fanfare,
To begin before its begun,
Before I've got the hang of
Juggling these...
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