Running in circles
On a wheel going pretty much
Nowhere
That squeaks every few revolutions
And it’s got
Little houses to hide in
To block out the world
And a big glass wall
That it sometimes runs into
Like it doesn’t really understand how cages work
Sometimes it squeezes itself
Into cardboard tubes
It does not fit into
An awkward éclair
Just for the heck of it
It’ll gnaw on a piece of week-old cardboard
That can’t taste good
But that’s how compulsive habits work, right
Can’t let it go, even when it knows it’s not getting anything good
From dwelling on it
And bedding at its feet
To bury its head in the sand
And create mazes of tunnels
Some collapsed, some dead ends
It’s crazy, basically
But in a way some people might call
Adorable?
I’ve been watching my pet hamster for an hour
But I’ve been thinking about
My mind.
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