Circus in the Sea of Stars

The ring leader starts the show.
With the most precised point the act begins.


The little puppets hang in there.


The lions roar with fright and jealousy.


Center stage.
Center stage.


All eyes on me.


I drown in the attention of strangers.
I float into another life.


The coffee spills.
But I won't clean the mess.
Let it dry.
Let it be.

I've been sleeping in the stars.


Never letting go of the beauty.
Never leaving the light.


But the light isn't so bright all by myself...


A shooting star shows that you are not the one staying.


So here I am in a sea of stars...
At the circus center stage...

I am being judged.
I am being stared at.

Maybe you see an act...

Am I a puppet on strings?

Never.

But sometimes I feel like strings are being pulled.
And stars are being shot.