Sometimes, I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on a wheel. The eternal carousel that keeps me running, insensitive to my desires. The kind of endless nonsense that entertains and intrigues the mindless. These are the very people that laugh themselves hysterically at the most mundane of television sitcoms.
The wheel is thoroughly unforgiving like a traveling torture device that remains in place. It is like a vehicle bogged down in the mud or a swimmer fighting the tide. My mind tries to convince me that I'm moving forward and progressing, but the heart is sinking because it knows that it is truly stagnant.
The wheel becomes even more incarcerating than the cage that engulfs it. Many victories must be obtained before freedom can be achieved.
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Motherfuck those victories I say. Motherfuck 'em.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Victories are just defeats in fancy clothing.
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