Please, Remember Me

To the man who made a living being shot out of a cannon
I understand you now.
I grew up wanting to be you
After watching you one time.
For the circus was a dream, even though mom hated clowns
And dad hated crowds.

But you didn’t need to face a lion
Or ride a motorcycle in a dome
Or swing from the trapeze
No, you got to lay in a cannon and wait
And fly
And land safely in a net.
Like a dream.

To the man who made a living being shot out of a cannon
I understand you now.

Because now I live in the dark most days. I feel crushed, cramming too much at once
Wanting so badly to breathe again,
But my only saving grace is a light in the distance,
An escape.

One where I can feel the sun and spread my arms
And not care if there is a net waiting for me or not

Because at least, for a second, I am flying like you

And for a second, I am free, like you

And for a second
Maybe someone is looking, like me

And can feel some sort of inspiration too