I think some find it easy
I envy them
To me it's never been squeezy
Not now, not then

What does it mean to have purpose?
What does it mean to truly be?
If all of life is a circus
Whose the clown I see?

How do I know?
How do I look at it all?
What do I show
What will matter in spring, summer, fall?

What is it to have a purpose?
Does it make or break you?
I guess I'm the full circus
As For the performance, I have no clue.