Tricky

tricky business walking the high wire

the circus life is not for faint-hearted

even the clowns must emote on cue

the trapeze moves back and forth swinging wide

and the metronome makes the music keep time

it all happens for a reason as there is rhyme

the fortunate ones, up the mountain they climb

satire, comedy, drama makes the mime

tall buildings in the cities make one weary

for here the competitors rise and grow, too

they’re just man-made mountains that fall

when the magic charges are placed just so

and the symphony harmonizes with drum beats

you can’t escape what a corporation eats

the present boxes the past, we all take our seats

in the arena, hoping for a champion’s feats

give it more, give it less, everyone complains

cruelty, amity, there will always be stains

never, never fly with the crow who remains

in your heart you know the truth and it always brings pains