Look inside and see
a complete circus full of mystery
let's examine all the silly ways
to enjoy this quaint, little place

There's a trapeze artist,
leaping for faith
Will he make it,
or fall on his face?

There's the freak show
a group of the obscene
Will they be rejected by us all
or revered, and answer the call?

There's the man shot out of a canonball,
who flies high through the sky
he's got a head start,
but will he too fall and die?

There's the animal tamer,
one of the toughest of all
constantly at war,
will he be the one to score?

And then the Ringmaster,
the man behind the curtain
he has us all fooled,
of that, I am certain

I have an arsenal of thoughts
but only a handful of mediums
to express all of these words
in a particular order
with a peculiar fashion

Expression is the only thing that curbs
depression in the gray sky of life
To record is to remember
to write is to make history
So write on,
it's all that is left when we pass on