Rat In A Trap

Watch the end gallop close,

yet so far away, it seems it never comes

Wait for it, maybe run away

or towards, if you so pray

The stretch a long, excruciating game

The end frightens, the horrifying wait.

Stuck like a rat in a trap

Can’t escape, cannot remain

Feel like a lone backpacker, on an unending trip

packed and loaded, across the times

No sense of direction, not a map

Keep scurrying, just like the other rats