Perhaps nothing

Chris Medina

The eternal wheel is spinning;

I try to climb the spokes as they pass,

But each one I grasp leads me in a wrong

Direction, one I thought I was chasing after,

But what do I chase?

Perhaps nothing, which explains then

Why I cannot retrace my steps,

Or tell you what they meant

To me as I made them.

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sorenbarrett April 28th, 2026 19:38
Deep thought in this poetic expression of an existential chase of confusion and lost ways. Well written

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