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Chained to a carousel In a room filled with performers Used to the circus smells In the large tent with no corners Tightrope balance on the right Backflips, cannons, human flight Audience will cheer tonight At what they see in the spotlight Trapped at the carousel Surrounded by such wisdom Spinning again at every bell A product of the system Can’t escape our conscious curse Thinking only makes it worse Repeating the same **** verse Loud signs from the universe Now we’re the circus act In a room of entertainers We’ve sold our soul through our contract We now mold to containers Crowds roar loudly as we play Being fed the words to say Whipped if we decide to stray We chose this life, we must obey Spotlight on our circus act All eyes are watching close Our job is now to distract A quiet, deadly dose The carousel we chose to leave Is now a life we have to grieve We worked so hard, for we believed But now I fear we were deceived
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
Circus Act
Chained to a carousel In a room filled with performers Used to the circus smells In the large tent with no corners Tightrope balance on the right Backflips, cannons, human flight Audience will cheer tonight At what they see in the spotlight Trapped at the carousel Surrounded by such wisdom Spinning again at every bell A product of the system Can’t escape our conscious curse Thinking only makes it worse Repeating the same **** verse Loud signs from the universe Now we’re the circus act In a room of entertainers We’ve sold our soul through our contract We now mold to containers Crowds roar loudly as we play Being fed the words to say Whipped if we decide to stray We chose this life, we must obey Spotlight on our circus act All eyes are watching close Our job is now to distract A quiet, deadly dose The carousel we chose to leave Is now a life we have to grieve We worked so hard, for we believed But now I fear we were deceived
We spend our lives looking at those ahead of us in line, those higher on the career ladder, and those at the goalpost we hope to one day reach. Once we're in the position we worked so hard to get to, we may reach a moment of silence where we realize we wasted our energy and time on a position we romanticized.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
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