The circus

the circus

In the twisting hall of illusions
Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear
It's driving you cross-eyed
When hindsight is 2020
Your friends 
might be alot closer than they seem
To an embrace, 
a tight grip,
 or a tight rope

When youre wobbling up there
It's hard to balance sometimes
To get to the other side

Fact is

Not everyone's got enough nets
 to catch em when they fall

And we all fall

Fact is

Some choose to take those nets down
 don't protect their bodies
Or their hearts

Most don't bat an eye when acrobats don't die
As if they were not just us
With a little more practice
A few more hours
Walking on that tight rope

Most don't master the art of riding one wheel 
 But clownsill twist around
Bring laughter with Grins and bounds
No crowns
Just a smile
That all too often
Is nothing but makeup and wishful thinking

Today we find ourselves lost in the circus
In the rows and bleachers
In the hall of mirrors
Where our reflections match our fears
In the hall of mirrors the exit is often closer than it appears