The Circus

We find hear before us today,
a single jury panel in a large crowded courtroom,
who sets course to decide each others fate.
15 Years to life - proclaims the jury,
objection - screams the judge,
order in the court - yells the defense,
the circus is now in procession.

This picture painted on my youthful mind,
shall not be my final hour.
I wish to capture more in life,
than a hoop jumping routine of madness.

But if we are to step into something hopeful,
integrity must desire my heart to beat,
for my final hour will bring forth my truth.
I must love - with pulsing desire,
when burning words are hard to draw from the fire.

Only ones self may keep in line,
the destroying power of a lonely lie.
A lonely lie that will only lead,
to the downfall of,
this king and queen.