Circus Life

I want to sing,
but I have no tune.

Deep down,
there's a diva.

I reach out,
trying to fly
alongside your trapeze.

Straining for your fingertips.

The big top swirls,
the animals roar.

Beastly lions,
and courageous tigers.

I stand in for the ringmaster,
who is working the popcorn stand.

Feeling inadequate,
as I look around.

Everyone performs,
ingenious acts.

I only observe,
but I want to sing.

This tuxedo is large,
too large.

Chaos reigns in this circus life.