The Circus
We’re trapped in this labyrinth
black and white, round and round
spinning until the borders blur to grey.
We run, we run, we run
But the harder we push,
The deeper we sink
We live our lives
like circus animals,
trained to move the way the circus decides. And dance to the beat the world enjoys, but we seldom hear
still, we dance
because we believe we’ll escape.
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Sometimes I wonder if this labyrinth lives only in our eyes,
How do we convince the world?
Perhaps we don’t need to.
Perhaps it’s enough
to convince merely ourselves.
But even if I am the animal,
What if I believe I am the master of this circus?
In this monochrome coil,
turning and returning,
Am I both prisoner and creator?
So today I claim,
the animal,
the master of the circus,
The maker of the labyrinth.Is I.
Welcome to the circus
