The Perfect Symphony

The world is but a circus,

It's people are just clowns,

I am a conducter,

I can't do much with clowns,

But if you come and play my tune,

We might just turn this world around.

 

We could be a symphony,

Without the act,

In harmony,

We don't need to be a clown,

To run around,

Chasing things,

Falling down.

 

We can be free of this circus,

Leading lives of purpose,

Not alone,

Together,

Only can we be free,

In unity,

A perfect symphony.

 

I am the conducter. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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