turning wheel

Just turning and turning like a hamster in wheel... trapped forever in some cyclical karmic order of days blissful beyond dreams or crappy to the point of no return. But you always return, don't you? Things always turn out ok, don't they? But along the way you keep getting your heart clawed out by whatever trivial nonsensical hang-ups you keep clinging to. Shit like betrayal, favoritism, apathy, or some Lover's-Discourse-he-who-loves-the-more bullshit. And you realize that people can still disappoint, no matter where you go. At what point does the "high school" mentality end? Same bullshit, same drama, just different age bracket I guess.

And I thought I was over that when I moved to another country.