Running Away From The Circus

Running Away From The Circus

Bars full of beasts and birds
Sitting in the limbo of their minds
Submerged in a bath of boredom
Their perfume of burnt thought as thick as gas
Sunk in alcohol: the kiss of life to the half dead in this lost, around and around bloody circus

O fly your sky-mind
Be your bird

Roll up! roll up! Hear the growl of clowns and the laughter of lions performing in the rancid circle of sawdust and piss
A place that refuses to live

O fly your sky-mind
Be your bird

I escape via the escalator to my pastel dreams which swim through my head
To soft skies where an orange wind blows
Where the dreamer's blue belongs only to you
Where the eye sees inward where time is not clocked
Where there is no a to z of truth
There I'm sailing on my creative waves to some unsure seashore
O fly your sky-mind
Be your bird

O fly your sky-mind
Be your bird

Hatch your own egg