When I woke
it was within a wheel,
a spoke stuck in my brain
I’ll never see the Guinea pig in
the same light ever again.
It must be very difficult
to catapult away
I suppose that’s why I’m in
a wheel
and in a wheel, I’ll stay.
So I run and I run and
my world turns fast
until I come to the end
of the wheel at last
then I woke with a spoke
stuck in my brain
and this I think on as
the wheel
goes round again.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.
