A Life In A Day
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Circus
My mind is an acrobat in a pavilion
Too long to the bar, too hard to hold on
The flips and turns engage full force
One tiny slip and it's all for the worse
Life in many ways is like an acrobat's
Twisting and turning and things like that
All together they're as graceful as a swan
On wrong move and it's suddenly gone
Dipping and spinning it's way out of control
Finally falling and hoping for the pole
Just to get back up again is a forced habit
It is one we must be instilled with
Live or die in not by our choice alone
The ruling forces can take it away. Gone.
Live life to the extent in which you can
Never give up on the master plan
But if you do, there'll be many in your path
To push you up and get back on the mat
Elisabeth Stover 2001