Her soft smile,
Her sweet eyes,
Both are filled with distant surprise.
Her relaxed hands have hidden tension.
Contentment and sorrow are present.
Sorrow is like the recessive trait.
Hidden. But is it still there?
Hear the carbonation pop!
Powerful and small,
Zany and whimsical,
But it is just science and work.
Funny how we humans find it so amazing,
When it is force of nature.
Circus is that right there,
Surely this is where the magic is.
The ringmaster is holding the ring of fire.
What is this?
Says those courageous children of his,
This is the greatest show on Earth.
The magic is so quickly gone.
It was a dream,
Now it is a nightmare!
What will you chose?
Circus dreams or circus nightmares?
Is thinking good enough?
In a time of uncertainty one would disagree.
Right at the moment,
When weather attacks,
One must know,
Not think they know,
How to save not just themselves,
But one another.
Imagine that there was a holiday every day.
Life would be joyous,
That is if you celebrate these daily holidays.
Some would call it frivolous,
Some would call it fun,
Holidays are great,
But maybe not every one.
Said to be the most important meal of the the day,
However, it is often neglected.
Breakfast is breaking your fast,
Replenishing your mind,
And connecting to your inner self.
Breakfast is so versatile.
Fake yet so real,
My eyes deceive me,
Said to be a reality,
Here is the actual truth:
Magicians are liars.
*This is one of my more humorous posts. No offense to all you magicians of poetry!