Behind steel bars the prisoner waits
For warders to unlock the gates.
Hope spins like plates on flexing poles
In the big top of lost souls.

Behind the scenes the clown’s tear dries:
A circus star in bald disguise.
The years like juggling balls have flown
Since flaming seeds were sown.

The tightrope spans a path so thin,
The audience sits hushed within.
The roaring lion now whispers low
The crowd gets up to go.

No longer caged, freedom in view,
Performance ends: let Life ensue.
His wrists unbound, he starts to pace
A man reborn in space.