Acrobat of the Sentences

He is a contortionist in himself
And this world is his circus
These people are but his meek audience
Thriving for the joy of the juice and the righteous of the right
He, a man who spews lisps and twists
Contorting and luring our thoughts through depths and depression
Great heights and suppression to seek a smile or a twinkle of the eye.
He moves his fingers through the air
Grasping the seeking eyes of everyone around
Like a general, commanding his army
Through trials and tribulations.

Exposition of a fake world and fake inhabitants
Protagonist depicting the prodigal son
Inciting a treasure unknown to the known
Like the wine of life, it needs not to be lost
It is but a bulduing romans and here is when the tale begins

Figurines of magnificent scenes
And imagery of dancing queens
Oceans of gold silking the ice laced sand
Surpassing the minds simple stand
These words of wisdom have a power to leave us all in a trance.

And what do you know?
The denouement, but this fog wont let us see
For this tale travels left and right through all hours of a ticking clock
But only to end abruptly
With no conclusion,
With no illusions
Just babbling and baffling circulating his crowd

Daydream the day away proposing a whirlwind of wishes
that the lost will seek as a pool
Seam a sea of stories demanding your own demands.
He spoke repeatedly to his audience
Go! Daydream your own dreams to steer your own minds destination.

Now it is the end.
The acrobat of sentences has finished his mission
Passing the drinks of imaginations all around.