The Play

One, two, three
Let the balls fly and swirl
Through wisps of air
Around imaginary hoops
Be caught by the play
Of colors dark and deadly
Fast and swift
The ellipsis is perfect
The circles drive me insane

Throw one up
Hurl another
And catch one
When one falls,
Don’t stop, go on
The show is up
‘Cause I’m a juggler
An experienced one

But I don’t wanna be a pro
My wrists, weak
My hands, limp
My palms, tired

I am no circus man.
Ovations need not be done.
I don’t wanna be a circus man.
Juggling isn’t so much fun.

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