Life is a circus It’s not fair Life is a hard road When you’re not there At the fair
Life is a free circus. All you have to do is pay attention.
Poised between going on and back, pulled Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker, Fingertips pointing the opposites, Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on, Running a scattering of steps sidewise, How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases, Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird, He’s only flirting, […]
Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
Democracy is the art of running the circus from the monkey cage.
If an ancient Greek were to come to life now he would be found far oftener at the circus than at the theatre.
Too many freaks, not enough circuses.