Logically, I know the circus
She says
We are lying in the bedroom
Pondering the mundane
It is all about defying gravity
Swinging on the trapeze
Twisting and turning
Letting the sounds soak in
No mean feat
Amongst the chaos
She sings a pretty song
Acts sweetly and innocently
If she applied herself at school
She would be marvellous indeed
Instead she is famous
My little secret
The essence of my work
Perhaps we both need each other
To see the lights
And giggle at the clowns
Madder than Hatter
Scarier than Wonderland
The bedroom ceiling spins
We hold on to the bed
Dizzy and happy
What finer day to play
She squeals
And we soar and sway
Dream and laugh.
