There is a circus in my head
With constant BANGS and loud applause
There is a ruckus going through it
That very seldom finds a pause.
There are lions in my noggin,
That roar at all odd hours of the night
There are bears and tigers and many more
Oh truly what a loud and messy sight.
There is a chaos in my membrane
That plays trumpets and drums galore
There is always some tune playing
In my head I'm never bored.
There is a festival in my cranium
With dancers all about
Clowns and jests that joke around
It sure is lively, there is now doubt.
There is a carnival inside my crown
who's tall rides can be quite scary
they zip up and down and all around
they sure can make one wary.
There is a magician inside my dome
Setting rabbits and birds a flutter
And more and more come out his hat
Boy! Inside is sure a clutter!
There is commotion blasting loudly
All the clamor almost makes me weep
There is a circus running in my head
And this, my darlings, is why I never sleep.
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A Dash of Madness
PoezjaThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
