2003-06-11 - 7:22 a.m.
Hamster Wheel
A new day's really nothing
but the sun coming back
a little while after taking a break
And new months seem somehow
even less signifigant
Nothing to tell the difference
from one to the next
besides in our minds
and on the calendar
And a year. . .
Please tell me, what's the point?
Why do we feel the need
to chop time up into
easy-to-digest capsules?
When in our memories
time is distinguished
by what we did And where am I going?
Could you tell me that?
What does this accomplish?
Why should I pursue?
Where is it I'm going?
Could you tell me that?
Or don't you know? But if I'm right
and I admit I could be wrong
I almost feel
a sense of deja-vu
I have been here before
I have said and done these same things
with much similar goals
Though I got quite a lot the last time
my prizes were the kind of things
I haven't really lost
nor would I need again
Am I moving somewhere?
Or is it still yesterday? So where am I going?
Could you tell me that?
What does this accomplish?
Why should I pursue?
Where is it I'm going?
Am I moving at all?
Or is it still yesterday?
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