Rat Life

Lust for money, power, sex, food or drugs ...

run little rat run in your big little wheel

run until your joints hurt

your back breaks

your sobs fill in that tiny space

but God forbid you take the moment

to stop running and look beyond

behind the bars of your fake cell

squeaking under your stiffened weight...

There is abundance everywhere

free sunlight and kisses

children that are missing your hug

music the trees play just for you

challenges that can be

overcome only by two

The joy you seek is what you kill

confusing fear with your free will

O Obedient rat... it's too late now

I know you cannot hear me

I pray that when your wheel stops turning

your heart does not break .