"She was in the circus too
We were both just ruthless, rootless scatterbrains
who felt most at ease in the vacant space
between this endless highway
and the next
We found each other
and found pleasure
in mirroring our existential issues
in each others souls
I don't recall the color of her eyes
just the image of myself
on their surface
We could put up with each other for a while
not for long
but a single, ageless summer
is still some kind of time, right?
It could have been so much worse"
"He was in the circus too
had dark green eyes, and black curly hair
Maybe that was what I fell for
the rest of him surely wasn't worth a second glance
He was a slacker, a space cadet
with the bag full of tricks and cheap philosophy
and I knew from the start
neither to hang in nor hang around
But through that single summer
we shared a present future
And a single summer
is still some kind of time, right?
Or at least a much-needed recess from real existence"