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 Dec 2014
Cailey Weaver
Each night the curtain opens
And figures do appear
Through the haze they dip and dance
Singing loud and clear

Every act is different
They never run the same
With each song the lyrics change
Singing out my name

I could become famous
Directing such a show
The cast has so much talent too
Around the stage they go!

As the curtain closes
The actors take their bow
Say goodbye until the end
The sun is rising now.

Each night the actors in my head
Put on an awesome show.
But since it’s all inside my head
No one will ever know.
 Jun 2014
Cailey Weaver
My head's an endless circle.
The depths of which, unknown,
To any man or child or beast,
My sanity condone.

My head contains no corners,
Beginnings, nor an end.
No pathways and no rabbit holes,
Escape is all pretend.

My head's an endless circle.
A tangled, twisting maze.
Of flying books and living words,
And tales on silver trays.

My head is full of paper.
Some plastic and some glass.
And birds and things that live in here,
Whatever comes to pass.

My head is full of wonders,
A miracle or two.
So come inside, I'd like to share,
Insanity with you.
Sorry I haven't shared any writings in a while! I'm just starting to get my muse (and time) back. I've missed you all! :)
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