I know we currently live in a circus- like reality, but this is ridiculous. There are so many wanting to be a part of the biggest show on earth. But instead of millions of top billed performers, We are heavy on magician acts Most of us performing the same tricks Week after week Trying to make shoe strings turn into boot straps... That sometimes turn into tightropes... Our safety nets not quite up to code So when we fall out of the spotlight, Some of us fall through holes Abandoned disillusioned dreamers Subjected to the whims of clowns But we have to keep trying, right? Keep striving, keep reaching for the trapeze bar Waiting for the perfect timing to gracefully glide to the top of the big top Everyday hustling for some ovation But along the way though the everyday Before we can even make it to our marks We gotta try to not feel the despair of At least a dozen others that were unable to Grasp that up swing Those waiting on the sides aimlessly Waiting For what I wonder As I try to not see Anything but the dignity of Fallen stars
This is in response to the multiple homeless people I encounter every day on the say to and from work.