The Hamster Wheel

For a time, “I” thought “I” was a hamster on a hamster wheel.

Then for a time, “I” thought “I” was the wheel.

Then “I” realized “I” was neither the hamster nor the wheel, but a form of “life” tied hopelessly to the wheel.

With each revelation “I” feel upright and steadfast for a brief moment, then I am upside down again, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

As the “Hamster” spins the wheel, “I” create “ENERGY”.

This “ENERGY” is not “who” “I am”, it is “WHO” “I” could have become.

“They” steal “MY” energy, use “ME” to recharge and then sell the rest of “ME” off at market rate.

Spin us around fast enough and the wheel will break and “I” will be free.

Or “I” could just break the damned wheel “MYSELF” and “I” will be free.

Or maybe “I” could just keep the wheel and kill the hamster.

Or leave the wheel and hamster in place and simply let go of it all and go home.

“I” do not really care, just as long as “I am” free.


We are attached to the outside, looking in, but we are really not attached; at least that is what my dreams left me with last night.

We do not see the wheel, the generation of man spinning the wheel, our living self or the stolen life we manifest.

The wheel keeps us feeling like we should be a part of what we seem to be attached to.

Man has us all confused.

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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