Tired of poor staged performances,
And flogged on empty, spoiled dreams,
Tickets sell! tickets sold! tickets go!
And sometimes money, seals, all your... fate!
Standing by this sided-show
People nesting as they clown their way
Juggler, juggles drawing on silly dreams,
With no real stage at all, where to perform on
Stardust filled of subtled and unspoken dreams.
Cartwheeling always, inside, of my head,
All feasting on fanfares made up of just dreams,
Lost, upon gloomy and barren deeds.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002
