Monday, September 6, 2010

Circus

I am the acrobat,
Strung up on the lines,
Directed to spin and flip.

The crowd applauds,
But I want to come down.
These actions are making me sick.

I can't see anything
Beyond the lights,
When will this act be through?

Free me from these wire constraints,
I want to be me.
And I want to be with you.

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