Circus.

I find it simply amusing.

The level of intelligence you presumably have.

The naivety of your thoughts - those worthless thoughts of desire; the useless dreams you concoct in that lovely facade of yours daily.

And in this i find entertainment.

For the mind, to revel at your stupidity. You are a jester in my court; a clown in my circus.

And then,

I see the wonders in front of my sight,

sparkling like diamonds in the night.

Only to realise that i don't have the might.