Circus

Tomorrow I will stretch out

Like an acrobat

And make my way to

What's there

I will get dressed

Again, in spite of all

With a laziness

Of a circus

Before or after the performance

As I'm walking down the many stairs

Remembering my stunts all over

Remembering I'm sick and like to die

I will be

The only not mad woman in the park

I will be

What's left of longing on this earth

It took two days to lead up to this agony

Learning trust was just as slow

I just stopped seeing you as my enemy

I was not prepared to let you go

I will be

The only not mad woman in the park

I will be

What's left of longing on this earth