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The Illusion of Progress
Where is it we are heading
If not where we began,
But when we arrive
There is now a difference.
Hamsters on their wheel
Are always striving and always arriving
Since clearly the journey is the goal.
And yet there must be some goal
Held in sight, some vision to pull us
As we run round and round
Otherwise we would simply stop,
And, if truly a hamster,
Eat some of the roses.
(9/18/25)
Copyright ©
James Moore
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