Metaphor for my Life

Has this life become me? I reserve the right to contest this. Here I stand above the fog viewing a catch 22. There must be some mistake, possibly a catch 23 or 24?

At this point I think that my hamster wheel has become slightly rusty. It doesn't seem to turn like it had in it's heyday. Perhaps some WD40 might do the trick? Or rather someone or something to take me off and out of this cage.

I think I could use a change of scenery. A change, yes. Like the one that ms. Crow sings about, it'll do me good.

Somehow, though, each hour that passes brings me that much closer to inevitability. So forget about that WD40. Let my wheel become debilitated. Bring me back to the pet store for a chance at winning the lotto, or set me free to my own devices. I can't seem to make the resolution without a human hand.

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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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