Wheel. A poem.

I am a mouse
On a wheel
To nowhere

Is this a prison
Of my own making
The wheel spins
Never braking
(Never breaking)

I am the mouse
Trapped in a cycle
Continual heartbreak
And recrimination

Round goes the wheel
Never braking
(Never breaking)

I am the mouse
Who dreams he is a man
Who dreams he is a mouse
On a wheel
To nowhere

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