Your heads a big top
with a travelling show,
a circus you take with you
wherever you go,
your mind delights, as the band starts to play,
you open your eyes, and your on your way.
There’s a tightrope that’s stretched
like a string through the air
with thoughts that are balanced
precariously there.
The jugglers juggle, decisions to be made
all possibilities must be carefully weighed.
You find yourself smiling then on comes the clown
turning your sad face, upside down.
And you my friend, are ring master supreme,
In charge of the show,
and living the dream.