Circus Heart Pt. 1

He was racing his way home

Running every light

Trying to get pulled over

Maybe use his fight or flight

And there was not so much a silence

As there was a dissonance

No one talked about the things

That weren't relevant

She said:

"if you want me

I'll be waiting

On the fourth ave stop!

You can take the heart from your chest

To use as a compass

When you are lost"

And he had never heard before

Such passionate discourse

But no one talked about those things

For better,

Or for worse

She said:

"i have been your lover, dear

I have been your mother, dear

I have been the eye of your storm

When there was no break in sight

And i have been your troubadour

Singing your praises from shore to shore

If your circus heart wants more...

Good luck, and goodbye"

And guess what

He made it home on time