Saturday, August 24, 2013


Observing life from a
Side show perspective
Sneaking underneath
The tent can’t always
Afford the price of
Admission can’t hardly
Remember what I’m
Trying to forget & I’m
Not the only one left
Fidgeting in the dark
Still waiting for the
Bearded lady to sing
For that one moment
Of clarity there ‘midst
The smoke & mirrors
& tattooed amateurs
Still waiting for some
Answer to a mystery
Few can abide when
The veil’s finally lifted
& wonder fills my eyes
It’s only imagination
That rattles an empty
Cage yet it was well
Worth the price of
Any deception for
Now I know I’m


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