Memory Fragments: Probity

Circus Of Wonders

A once-in-a-lifetime experience awaits you inside the circus of wonders
Just how many times do you enter? Once, each time, becomes the first time
A wipe-out of memory is sure to be an experience without any blunders
I am the ring master of your acts of will; a renounce of reason and rhyme

Come on in! To the circus within. Come this fall, come one at all
Me, a jack-of-all-trades. But you! A master of all crafts! Each, anew and clean
Let me pull one more string. Let me see that auxiliary cord begin to bawl
Tears are necessary here, you see. Show your heart to the past's big and mean!

We bully him here, of that, you do not have to fear. Repent and atone! My truly alone
Erase that memory, for it is much too Rory. My King in Red, I am your alleviator
A failure in your kingdom you have shown. Do not worry, it was just your clone
I will make a new one, just for you. One who will listen to its creator!

Let the past roam free in your lands, for it is now subject of the crown and scepter
With each wipe-out, a new member. A memory erased so a reign can begin anew!
Laugh and cry all you want. It is your own misery and failure your one true receptor
Come to the circus when you are feeling down my king. I will give you a splendid view

Are you getting tired of this resets? Is the show I present much too boring and repeated?
Perhaps a new ruler is in place. One who will bring a new era and a new face!
A freak on the throne is what you need! A kingmaker where madness has seated
Maybe that is why your rule fails. Because, of reason and logic, there is no trace

But I can fix you again and again! Just enter one more time ad we will make it happen
Dispose of your mortal tangles! For my string does not attach to the head it strangles
You will now incarnate freedom of thought! Adorn it with this heavy mantle of lapin
You are now a new king! The king of rabbits and not of squirrels. A life with new angles!

You have given everything to your subjects; the copies of your one and only brain
Perhaps it is time for you to renounce, once again, all pieces and royalties
Of a new kingdom you are ruler now! From paintings to clothing, a designer chain!
Reinvent yourself each time you fail! For each cloth you make, a new breed of loyalties

Yes! Your new followers are dead-set on your trends! Is that not what you are wanting?
With each visit to the circus, you come off inspired by the wonders you have seen inside!
Which past freaks you marvel your eyes upon? Their failure came from your vaunting
You were never the king of anything, my friend. Just an old artist of arrogance and pride

But come on in, come on in indeed! The circus awaits its major freak. The showstopper!
With that inflated head of yours, it is sure to mesmerize the audience with its conceitedness
What about an act of self-doubt for once? Perhaps a show of humbleness? A head chopper!
Cut the ballon in half and see the hot air inside! Those boiling currents of an idea of emptiness

Your creativity has run dry, my king. For what other reason are you coming back to this circus?
Oh but that is right! You have no reason! What idea is left in there, it gets reset every time!
So you only ever had one and only one reason; but reborn anew, each time, a planted quercus
Your acorns are dry and empty again, my king of squirrels. Forever the subject's mime

A king vows to its kingdom's needs, is that not right? But you are no king of needs
Only had one and only one need; that of creativity. A one-hit wonder to last all reigning
Reset, again. Your one true calling. Your masterpiece. The King of Squirrels and his seeds
Scattered throughout his kingdom, they each sprout the same tree you have been painting

Again and again, you come to this circus in search of inspiration and creativity
Again and again, I reset you to start fresh and begin anew. A canvas of plunders
Again and again, the squirrels get bored of repeating the same act of diversity
Again and again, your subjects need a new king. One who brings a circus of wonders

The act of squirrels! I, the ring master. You, the master ringer!
Lookalikes and freaks alike! The act of cloning and thievery is a show most phony
Inside this circus, no wonder all acts are the same. With just one person as the flinger
Trying to come up with new acts. Nothing but a flying squirrel; king of the one-trick pony!

Let me talk to you about the intricacies of showbiz. For once, let this stay as always
In the business of arts and shows, there is no king. Only followers of the new and unique
You have to find your act and get your act together! For it will be but a fleeting craze
Keep wondering about the wonder of a circus. Keep it new. Make people, for it, go freak