The Great Juggler

Desperate to be admired

But in the eyes of others, another clown

Spending and spoiling his energy

Forever lost in reverie

Joined the circus at seventeen

For many years, lived his dream

But on the outside where time passes by

The circus performer is still a child

"Look at me now, using torches of fire

Look! Higher than anyone else

I am the great juggler!"

But in the end

When the circus days are gone

Who would dare to depend

On some great juggler?

Circus performers will be turned down

Juggler or not, still a clown

Small is his crowd

Compared to the outside world

Feelings of being left out of it

Always grow

"Look at me now, using torches of fire

Look! Higher than anyone else

I am the great juggler!"

But in the end

When the circus days are gone

Who would dare to depend

On some great juggler?