Eternal Recurrence

Being bogged down sucks.

Endlessly running, forever in place – like a hamster stuck in their wheel.

And every protest’s but a squeel…

It’s no way to live.

When you will to live it’s oppressive.

A viscous course that leaves one a corse.
Under its curse
Depression deprives.

Every step backwards leads to a swamp.

Appearences, so real, deceive – of course!

Is it but a nightmare?

One can’t escape the dream.

And then one awakens

One awakens to steam

And one then builds another dream.

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