The Mice

Whenever you look at a clock,

seconds tick away.

Wheneer  you take a step,

millions are taken.

Wenever you say a word,

coversations begin and end.

 

Whenever you do anything,

seconds tick away,

millions of steps are taken,

conversations begin and end.

 

Life continues even

when you are screaming for it to stop,

begging it to help you,

pleading with it to explain

what it all means.

 

No answer ever comes from its mouth.

Cliched comments are all that come from

the other mice stuck

on the same wheel are,

running in endless circles.

 

No true answer to dry the tears

that fill the lake shrouded in mystery.

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