Circle Street

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To start a blog, what I usually do is to share poems.
Sounds interesting right?
Now, here we go!


Circle Street

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 circle streets,
round and repeat till we die;
either of exhaustion or despair,
it matters not which.
And so ending, we are mocked
by the 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.


By Eric Low