Like a hamster on the wheel
He’s going nowhere fast
Far too much time to kill
As he looks back at the past
Not much changed for him
No matter how hard he tries
Been far away again and again
Home to roost he sadly does fly
It’s like he has an elastic band
invisible and fitted firm
That brings back to his homeland
Where he crashes and burns
He just wants to find his peace
Far away from his home
For he’s teetering on the edge he believes
Awaiting that inevitable stone
But hope he has, always so
Deep inside, it burns so bright
Keeps him fighting this fiery glow
It’s his beacon, his guiding light
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Feb 11, 2013
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