BIG TOP

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.