The double decker bus rolled across the road, sweaping around the bend at an alarming angle. I leapt from my seat and flew across the floor, sliding to a hault amidst laughter and cheers.
That journey sent me spiralling into danger at work, almost slipping on clowns bannana's and custard pies. They always seem to have the last laugh I think, whilst I step out of my big shoes into the arena.
The rush of wind blew overhead as they walked, throwing themselves into open hands, ready to catch. I tried that once a long time ago when I was stupid, but even I needn't tell you the unfortunate outcome.
Leaving them in the hands of fate I wandered willingly, to the only place where wildness couldn't be contained. The place I worked day in, day out, through good and bad, shifting the dirt of the ones who shine the brightest in the circus.