Much like the pain that is gripping my torso;
I may rhyme it this time, or later tomorrow
Like a train skipping tracks are my twisted emotions.
You wonder how, if ever, this man slows
As he babbles along with words: vertigo
Yes, it changes, it clears, and finally, eases
Like the tension that clears as they leave the trapezes
But without warning and with little sound,
Thoughts falter and bump, then turn back around
Like a merry-go-round which soon must catch fire
Or a lucky, but doomed, man who tries the high wire
The fright and the fear are now far from fun
Like the darkness and damp of huge piles of dung
This Circus-like life may right now seem grand
And its easy to say, �He�s trusting the Hand.�
But on the inside, where the magic should happen,
Its �Tighten the sails and hatch down the batten!�
As topsy and turvey the storm makes the wind blow
The most fearful thing is to be near a window
Where others might watch you and exclaim with great pride
�The sword-swallower is steady� yet meanwhile, inside,
The rumble and rattle cause sharp blades to dice
As around in his head dance elephants, mice
Pounding and prancing and crushing each thought
As he struggles to contain these fears that he�s fought.
Those watching the show miss the music�s wind down
Like a sad, seasick sailor or inebriated clown,
And so life keeps on churning and wildly bucking
Whilst I, as the brave one, must keep carefully mucking
To save the small child from perceiving the hoax
Of the many who cower behind laughter and jokes
And who boldly proclaim with no sense of rhythm
�Those who don�t do so will wind up in prison�
So the seasick man (who is really an infant)
Proclaims in a meter (now mostly distant),
�The show must go on!�
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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