

The Social CircusWe all live in a cage, Both animals and men. Only our cage isn't obvious, As iron bars or a wooden pen.The Social Circus
We all live in a cage, That we enforce ourselves, A sort of, social prison, In which each of us dwells.
The social circus, Locks each of us in our cage. It teaches us to perform, To sing and act on stage.
This type of social circus, Is a parody of life. People miming happiness, Where inside there's only strife.
In our social circus, The people are all dead. "Touch them, they aren't real." Or so the at


Sonnet 1I look upon thy youth and shining face, My own looks in comparison does fail. In myself I see my figure so frail, In yours I see unending looks and grace. Thy eyes are bright and blue, thy brow is tame, The clothes upon thy back defeat mine own. I strive for beauty but nothing is shown. I look to you and curse my wretched frame.Sonnet 1
But looks to one and skill to the other, I look at myself though imperfect be, I know my talents, the skills I do love. Beauty that's in the eye of another, May take a look at myself and then see, A comet, a star, to heav'n and above.
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"... Now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Le Petit Prince
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