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Watch the hamster on its wheel
Runs to nowhere that is real
When he thinks he’s made progress
He realizes the fight’s worthless

Plays the game ‘til his feet wear down
Tries to squeak, but there’s no sound
A strange pull traps him there
He’s the only one who will play fair

Weeks go by, then months and years
He runs to escape his fears
And ne’er leaves, though he is sad
The strength for that he’s never had

Something there he loves too much
He can’t abandon its sweet touch
As painful as it is to run
This hamster sees the hidden sun

For in far days, yet to come
He thinks he may not have to run
He sees a light that gives him fire
And somehow he knows…
He won't yet tire.