Lost at the circus
a scared little boy
cotton candy, clowns and elephants
dancing in the mirrors of his cerebrum
clouds shaped like dragons...
He takes a sip and breathes out fire
and he remembers...
He remembers a time much simpler
close to the land and the sea...
He remembers when things made sense.
He remembers what it feels like to live right.
Beyond the circus
Out of the Big Top
He turns his eyes towards the Sun...
and evaporates into the sky.
