The Juggler

The red felt hat sits tall on your head, as if it contains a warhead or a giant cartoon bump, but it serves to counterbalance the star-filled orbs you are weighing, tossing, pulling apart by the cord that joins them.  Even then, with everything at stake, you show off by moving your left foot back, daring strangers to push you down, to challenge your confidence in an eternal life, and paying no mind to the rough waters that toss ships