Our tired circus

 

 

  Look now at our grand creation

This place we drew out

        Youthful manifistations, cruelly real dreams

Look now to its poppulace the ones who give it life

For without kind soul's

   The space is vacent, left to the worms to eat its wood

 

The fancy, the thing we created for pure joy

  It has changed, the child's face now matures

Covered in thick ant filled mud it is

The child's face, no longer pure

  This old get away

Quiet by day, crowded come night

What a bizzare sight tonight

The circus of rebel's, the lost ones have aged

 

  The animals locked away in their cages

They starve and die, the act haults

  The clowns all are bound

Linked to the lines of white pain

The trails of dust on their night stands

 

Look, what have we done here

  This place, the circus has lost something

That wonderous thing

        The nieve child calls magic

   This is not what i wanted

But i enjoy its depravity, its connection is my mind

  I find it is me, this circus

It is me, and i am it

This place on the puzzel board

Is where my picture fits