There is a circus parade across town.
A place you’ll never forget.
Experience you’ll find nowhere else.
A cannonball that blasts people.
An arrow shoots to the heart.
A clown freak that juggles glass ball.
Animals play with fire.
Doesn’t it happen all the time?
Doesn’t it happen to all of us?
There is a circus parade across town.
Alluring. Breathtaking. Liberating.
You refuse to be there. Yet you’re already there.
Taking pictures and clapping side by side.
Multicolored mist, all that illusion.
Black will never suits you.
Someday we’re going to wake up, from those soap operas and the butchery.
Someday we’re going to wake up, and switch off the TV.
We put back the arrows right where it belongs.
To the head that deserves that.