| Circus of Chaos |
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| eyes closed, shut tight, sitting on this merry-go-round, in this circus of chaos called life, dizzy withthe spin of questions, centrifugal force holding me close, keeping me alive, to see the light, eyes wide open, closer to the answers, closer to the sky, past the edge of the world, following the stars, to the edge of the universe, to find my revelations, my calling, what I'm meant to be, and the reason for my pain, stars burning like candles, burning flame of my heart, flame growing weaker, tired and lonesome, wondering when relief will come, flame burning brighter, when other hold their fires close, friend or stranger, doesn't matter, they know their calling, to bring me my answers, to light before my eyes, as I watch the colors fly by, from my perch, on this merry-go-round, in the circus of chaos, called life. |
| This was written on my back porch, listening to a christian CD (Smell the Color Nine by Chris Rice). |
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