One day I began to crack
Like my father and his father before.
The first cracks were hard to see.
I could only see them with a magnifying glass.
I grew increasingly fragile
I avoided being jolted or bumped.
I covered my cracks like a pro.
Powders, lotions, you name it.
I began to look like a clown.
That was a tough phase,
I clowned, so it would look intentional.
What could I do?
I took a big chance and joined the circus.
There were clowns everywhere!
It was the wrong circus for me
But I didn't care.
It felt wrong to care.
It was the Big Top!
It was nothing but a show.
Biggest show on Earth.
It was a good move for me.
Everything under one big tent.
Acrobats, trained animals
Illusionists, freaks of nature
Dwarves and giants
I felt at home.
It was all wrong.
Wrong as an upside-down plate,
China in a bull-shop.
But you know what?
Don't I look great
In a foggy mirror?
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