Cycle Poem


Round and round people go.

A cursed wheel that never goes anywhere.

Ending up in exactly the same location it was spun from.

Stuck in the mud of the ego.

Trying to escape pain but finding itself powered by it.

Unable to be properly repaired until it stops turning.

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Why does it always fall to the younger generation to stop and fix the wheel.

The older generation are the ones that kept it turning.

The reason why it has dug so deep into the mud.

We are left to get friction burns when they pushed it so fast.

They say it is all they knew but we realized otherwise.

We recognized the use of the wheel as well as their excuse for that it is at the same time.

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We must stop the wheel or we will remain stuck as well.

Allow the friction burns to happen and heal or keep the wheel turning as well for those that come after.

Digging deeper into problems.

We must learn and continue to fix the wheel.

Mending it until no issues remain.

Or it will be left spinning for eternity, never reaching anywhere other than mud.


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