Some days you can feel just like a hamster
Going nowhere fast in a wheel.
Even though you’re trying to move forward,
You’re wondering why you feel.
Like you’re not getting anywhere quickly,
Although forward in your wheel you’re going.
You wonder why you’re still in the same place,
Though your wheel and pace aren’t slowing.
Suddenly you realise you’re quite trapped
In an endless loop you’re stuck.
As although your life seems to be moving,
Your wheel is wedged in a rut.
Regardless you still continue to plod forward
With this problem you feel you can deal.
At least you’re happy you’re going nowhere fast,
In your cage, in your rut, on your wheel.