Circus کے بول

Outgrown the big top But still shadowed by a doubt Acrobats deceive, deceive me No safety net to help you out Selfconscious discipline Unconscious disciple in bewildered religion All the things you've said and done Hope the art remains unharmed Drifting away your child your lover The thing you loved has poisoned you Bitter talk that reeks of almond Do pictures in a gallery scorn the painter? Does a book destroy the writer? In a field of inspiration I see clowns approaching me I look the other way to find a smile to cling to Trying to justify, simplify and rectify the end What ambitious man would sit back and onlook While his dream goes sailing by In the icy cold night he'll cry With the kids tucked up and slippers dry I remember that circus so well