| 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 |