Cyclical

Round and round
I run the wheel
Almost as if I were
Mechanical.

I know not
the beginning
and the end
Yet it is too
Familiar.

Each phase passes
accompanied by
a myriad of emotions
and then it repeats itself.

It mocks me
I give it the satisfation.

No more surprises
I anticipate
the coming- the loop.

Numb
I feel no more.

Like mist
it clouds
and evaporates
and clouds
and evaporates.
and until I stop running
and it evaporates for eternity
I will remain
Trapped.

Trapped in this cynical cycle.