Trance and Trapezes

A chaotic circus is taking place
Without crowds in circular seats
The manic episode is taking part, behind my face

Mood swings on the hypnotic trapeze.

The circus is my show
I am the clumsy clown, full of fake smiles
and copyright frowns
I am the acrobat, hoping to disappear

Into the saw dust scented air.

I am the ringmaster dressed in red
Wishing I was elsewhere instead
Here alone with just thoughts as friends
Enduring this time called life

The show is over for another while................