The carnivale is over

This week, my dream was shattered!
The good news is that it was a dream and not reality!
The bad news is that my reality was being shaped to fit that dream.

I am my own weakness.
I want to overcome this
I want to reach up and kiss the sky.
I want to believe that I can be good again.

I am alone with my illusions now.
Why did she believe in the illusion she had of me, and not the wonderful reality we had of eachother.

This fantasy
This carnivale is over.
Life goes on, now...

Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.
Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carnival is over
We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.