ALL THE WORLD'S A CIRCUS 

The double-decker bus rolled across the road, 

sweeping around the bend at an alarming angle.

I leapt from my seat and flew across the floor,

sliding to a halt amidst laughter and cheers.

That journey sent me spiralling into danger at work,

almost slipping on clowns banana’s and custard pies.

They always seem to have the last laugh I think,

whilst I step out of my big shoes into the arena.

The rush of wind blew overhead as they walked,

throwing themselves into open hands, ready to catch.

I tried that once a long time ago when I was stupid,

but even I needn't tell you the unfortunate outcome.

Leaving them in the hands of fate I wandered willingly,

to the only place where wildness couldn't be contained.

The place I worked day in, day out, through good and bad,

shifting the dirt of the ones who shine the brightest in the circus.