The circusI joined the circus one dayjumped at the chance to chase the butterfly, the dream, and the scheme.Juggling this and that, pulling a flower out of my hatholding the hand, of a shape shifter, feeling like peter pan.Stay young forever, jump in the ocean, don’t be scared of the fireeyes glassing over, wondering, wondering, wondering.Retreating, far or near, gone? Maybe here..Their questioning eyes, accusing lies, filling a plate full of trieshanding out for free, everything you would think you need.Foreign water falls down the face, foreign doubts trace, or retracecrawling through this crazy race.Muddling, fuddling, cuddling? Those can be words when you ears turn bluescreaming, screaming, screaming, its no use, no one hears you. Im alive, is it true? Left alone, grew, grew, grewlove backwards almost spells evil, i wonder why you loved to see me cry.Oh, dear, look where you steer, wishing to die? Don’t even try.The truth inside makes me wish i had told the lie.The Single FlowerI came upon an opening, with sunshine pouring in, the birds sang so sweetly, and the tree’s would blow and bend. I marveled at the sight of a single sun flower, growing so confident, so free. I tried to approach it, but it was surrounded by thorns, so sharp and so desperate, it was hard to look past their plea. Little did I know, that all I had to do was step, in the small little space, that was so hard to see. Overwhelmed with feelings of longing and grasping, I was stumbling for the things that I wanted to see. And still the flower swayed, so gently, like a dream, in which you find the peace that had been taken from you. So I stepped into that unknown place, holding my breath I was filled with grace. Before I knew it, I had become one, and I was swaying in the flowers place. A whole new world opened to me, my eyes were free to see, and my mind was free to roam. Then the wind filled me with light, and I knew, this is who I am, this is me.Mystical Demons Drawn, intoxicated by the illusion of holding fire, witnessing, wishing, living my life with the strong desire. Double vision, murky view, see everything, as if it was blue. Moving so fast, or going so slow, either way it has left my mind, twisting to be clear. What is it you hold? Maybe its passion, maybe its fear. Maybe its both. Perhaps its a mirror. Showing your past, and your present, its the future that is unclear. I see to you, your bones have shown through, your energy is dangerous but dear. It will travel up the arm, until it has fully filled, its victim, its anchor, its safety, its field. Wandering, WonderingI am a snail. I have no feet. I am a snail. I hide from the heat. I am a snail. I will not admit defeat. I am a snail. I go my own pace. I am a snail. Feel free to take a seat. I am a snail, with no sense of direction, I am snail, with no sense of dictation. You go your way, and I will go mine, because I am quite fond of this lovely grass line.Wash Me AwayGrab for the bird, only to hear it say, I have a chain, I am stuck to the wall, I cannot fly.Oh wash me away.The color is gone, my eyes have slipped to gray, my ears lead my heart astray.Oh wash me away.No expressions, white flooding my body, warping my fight, erupting from something unknown.Please wash me away.Hearing it, stay, stay, stay, going mad, im the one who got away.Wash me away.. but my form will always stay.You will see the outlines, and ghost of me, pertaining to yesterday, tomorrow, and today.Wash me away.DistantFeeling distant, washed away, rising doubts, there is no sky. Dying, dying, dying.Wander the world, half alive, reach and reach, scream without sound.Break my world down.Break my world down.Break my world down.I’m alone now, so alone.You wonder, and I wander, you scream, and I cry, you beg to know why.But you do know, well aren’t you sly?So fall to pieces and act so hurt, show the world what you want them to seeshow them your all alone because of me.Watch me stand, don’t touch my hand, I know the truth.And that’s all I need.