I must be speaking
in gawd-dam tongues.
Why else would people keep asking me that infernal question?
How do you feel?
I feel like a
hamster spinning on a wheel;
running, running, running,
but going no-where fast.
(I finally understand this expression.)
I feel like a horse
I can see only the glorified target dancing before me
but am oblivious to the men making a profit off of my failure.
I feel like a cat
chasing the glow of a flashlight.
Why is everyone laughing?
I'll catch the magic fairy one day…right?
I feel like a stage
The sets are constantly changing behind me
but I remain static.
I feel like woulda
all rolled up into one personified
I am sad.
Do you get it now?