The sky was blue.

The eagle swooped, swirling ,
In a lowering orbit
Circulating and preparing
To claim what has been left behind

I looked up
Waiting for it to dive
If I felt its claw
I may still be alive

The circus is in town
The wig is on the clown
Cold will be the weather
And the play shall be one.
Front row seats and chicken wings
Always a fan of notorious things,
Not too early to cheat
Not too early to beat
Its been over and due.
The thrills and chills on skin
The kicks shall here on pursue
Its overdue,
It is much overdue.

Overthrowing of convictions,
Elimination of beliefs,
Eradication of a possibility.
Life slaps on our face-
We call it reality

Running towards a mirage,
Is this just a phase?
Does it reflect the right chase?

Standing on the edge of the cliff
Not God but you question yourself around,
If courage lies in  taking the jump
Or believing enough to hold your ground.

Feeling our way through the dark
Expecting a light ahead,
It’s a blur
It’s a scar
The life that angels guide us to shed.