I decided to join the circus
Because it seemed like it would be fun.
The people were said to be magic;
The atmosphere was a loaded gun.
“I’m running away to the circus!”
I told both my parents with a grin.
They warned me to be oh so careful,
And make it back home to them again.
I wanted to learn how to juggle,
To walk a tight-rope and breathe fire.
I was lusting for an adventure;
Of magic I would never tire.
I never expected the falling,
The bruises, and the burns on my face.
I should have known right then and there
That the circus was not a safe place.
But the Ring-master was so charming,
And the old lions gave me no fright,
So I practiced walking the tight-rope,
Despite my growing fear of the height.
Confidence was like a second skin,
That I wore every time I’d rehearse.
Though what I did was nothing special,
There were certainly acts that were worse.
Time came for the circus to open;
I held my breath along with the crowd.
The glitter of the lights was too bright,
The cacophony of noise too loud.
My friends told me I shouldn’t go on,
And I should have heard their warning bell,
But I still went out on that tight-rope,
And I fell, and I fell, and I fell.