Big tops

I am
‘ cream crackered ‘
and ready for the
knackers yard,
today’s been hard
and unduly so.

I need to move on
pack up my bags
and go.

But I’m always waiting
to see what’s around
the corner,
I never move at all.,

to rise out of this funk
I need to dump all the junk,

holding on
and when you don’t want
to let go,
you don’t go.

The internal struggle,
the doubts that we juggle
as if
we’re all circus performers.

Clowns that sleepwalk into
an early grave and
no one can save them.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.