I offer you an Abhanga: written in any number of 4-lined stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. Lines 2 and 3 rhyme resulting in a xAAx scheme. The poem needs a title.
No matter how humble, you can thank this circus for inspiring your dreams. May your heart always remember.
When the answers sound like questions and they seem to make no sense, know that you're not alone. Some things are not meant to make sense. Just take a moment to think of this: the mightiest of mountains, brightest of stars; earthworms, eggplants, and slugs-- all protons, neutrons, electrons. Just like you! That's what matters.