The circus is in town Bright shinning lights, those bold, strong colours The terrific acts for all to see So I step into the tent The monkey dances in his cage The thick iron bars, keep his dancing to himself The ringmaster's at the cage door The eager audience, aching with anticipation Waiting to see the act unfurl. It sees me with its mouth The gate is opened The monkey monkeys about The audience aren't impressed The ringmaster cracks his whip And the show begins Monkey begins his tricks, Crowd begins to applaud, Ringmaster takes a bow. How can such an intelligent creature Be forced to act like the fools around who watch him? It hears me with its eyes So the act has finished, The monkey's put back in his prison The audience go back home, The ringmaster counts the takings. And I'm left alone with the monkey It sees me with its mouth He knows I'm watching him But he doesn't need to act for me He knows I can read him like a book, And that I won't judge it by its cover. This monkey may have fleas, But there's no flies on him. And as I watch him, he does nothing I've never seen anything as interesting in my life. It hears me with its eyes I gave him a look, He gave me a seed, Planted it in my head, It grew in two minutes Opening my mind and filling my head. Out with the old, in with the new. As it looks in the mirror, it sees myself I see it with my mouth I hear it with my eyes. It grabs a hold of my past Throws it in his future. He's so consistent In my life, in my head In my mouth Living his circus life In mine.
Reason for writing:
about the dreams we have and how we can miss them by trying to impress others
Birth sign: Aquarius
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