Jump through a hoop
and walk a tightrope
pull off a jig on the side
laugh like you like it.
They toss you in the air
and jeer at your jest.
You hang on to a pole,
waltz through the vault,
it’s all about flexibility —
twisting to their humour.
You have your training,
in swinging and spinning
whether a club or your head,
you look like a buffoon,
part of the human zoo.
Life’s a circus, ain’t it?
The Chaos Within 