PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Knock, Knock! Who's there?

It's the fear, in a discreet voice.

Who ordered it?

It was life, in constant unrest.

Thus, a new cycle begins,

Slithering through the connection,

Bringing with it the agony,

Of a circus a metre from the ground.

At times, it seems like a jest,

A tightrope walker's game,

But beneath it, life is swift,

Changing the rules without a claim.

Fear dances on the tightrope,

Between dread and hope,

And each step that the soul takes,

Is an act of faith and trust.

The circus spins, the lights flash,

But the ground is always near,

And the fear that seeks us,

Is a reminder that nothing is clear.

Yet still, we continue,

To spin on this strange stage,

For in the serpent of unrest,

There is still room for a dream.

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