trapped
one night before my birth
it's 1995
the circus is in town
and so
is the lioness
and the
clowns, the
very
frightening clowns.

the room is
filled with black magic
and the walls
are painted with dawn's poetry,
the dark age.

the fall of the day
the angel again,
dream after dream,
never reaches the ground.

will he ever rise
to rule again
in the kingdom?

will I ever return
to reality?

too many gods to look for
too many whispers and calls to attend
and only one heart to seek within
and only one road to follow thru.