Juggling Act
Life is a Circus.
I, the juggler, on a stage blinded by the lights.
The roar of the crowd, the pressure of the audience.
Confused, Scared, and Unaware of what's to come next.
The other acts blank-facedly judging my performance.
Dazed, I realize my talent and why I was chosen to perform.
I perform, and the circus of life continues.
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