think think think <br />you think a lot wanting to capture <br />the words and fit in all the works <br />write <br />you write and keep on writing <br /> <br />love, life, love life, sex, money, <br />lots of sex, and lots of money, <br />spend, save, spend, cycles of lost loves <br />lust, desire, sadness <br />a sorrow you keep from <br />dissipating like water drying on <br />your skin <br />after a bath, but things keep on <br />coming and going and you know not <br />what to to and where and when to stop <br />precisely you juggle <br />all these like you're part of the circus <br />and you know how to <br />to at the spotlight and on top <br />of everything <br /> <br />and there they are after your performance <br />some did not clap their hands <br /> <br />but what do you care <br />let the finale come and the curtains fall <br />the end.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/juggling-2/
