The circus always intrigued me, as a young child

Watching the elephants dance, clowns going wild

Sitting under the big top with magic, and tight ropes

Kids and their family eating popcorn, having hopes

I’m sitting here dreaming, about walking the high wire

My heart is racing, and palms start to burn like a fire

Room is spinnng and I can feel, the height of my fear

Climbing up the life line ladder to the top, wire near

The crowd from up here, looking like small tiny dots

They were crying out to me, as I walked in my thoughts

One foot almost slipped, and at that point I really saw

That no one had put up,the nightly safety net pain raw

My other foot turned inward with a twist, I started to fall

Maybe this dream like fantasy of wire, is just a fake call