They all ask me what I want to be after uni It's no longer when I grow up, though how Any can consider me so is beyond me When I still jump onto the low fences like a cat And traverse them in my absurd boots with barely a bow When no one is looking, and everyone is watching, what A fool and a spectacle I make of myself, I care little for Until I come home, and realise I may have overplayed the clown - But what was I made for, if not to hang upside down, And call the world right side up that way? I implore and ignore You, and you can heed me, or try to read me, But you'll always need me.
Sometimes, it's best I admit to myself that I'm still 5 years old.