Monday, November 01, 2004
CIRCLE STREETS
the cars, they run the circle streets,
little dots in harmonious replay
round and repeat with no hope
of destination,
like hamsters hard at their wheels.
Never ending, never knowing.
we run our own streets
round and repeat till we die
either of exhaustion or despair
it matters not which.
and so ending, we are mocked.
by other hamsters
hard at their own wheels
who in turn laugh their own who fall.
and they, those before,
and so, round and repeat, with no sight.
of a beginning.
and as before, no end.
We, hamsters hard at our beloved wheels,
round and repeat,
round and repeat,
never knowing, never ending.
literature holiday homework =P
just thought it was appropriate for the picture on my blog =D