Lost At the Circus

Had this all planned
Was on the right track
Then you came along and
I took two steps back
You opened my eyes, took me into the wild
Drank rum and fought pirates, and played like a child
And thought, am

I just a clone of society
Have I lost all real creativity
Is this leading me to reality
Or just insanity

Run away with the circus and never look back
You seem happy enough with just that
I wish I could wander like you and relax
But faith's what this clone of society lacks

With probably no clue what you've done to my head
Already confused now, there's more to be said
Not wanting to lose what was there in my bed
I'll cling for dear life, but I am not one to beg

Yet I admit that I am a clone of society
Clinging on to what is left of my sanity
Climbing uphill to still keep creativity
While stuck in this 3D form of reality

Run away with the circus and never look back
Am I happy enough with just that? I like to wonder, I'm starting to relax
But faith's what this clone of society lacks

I'm here at the bridge. I admit that I tried
With one last push of hope, I make it to the other side

Now the bittersweet tears have dried, I realise

I wished to be a part of society
But I was stopped by my odd creativity
As I finally gathered some sanity, I was hit by a huge
Ton of reality

This clone of society's back to square one, as I watch the circus move on