Scurry by Swan Song

I glance side to side and above my head a bulb appears It shines an idea of nameless faceless drones speeding to work. I wonder what fills their heads as they race to the time clock and fill their day. Are they worried of babies, of bills, of rent, are they wondering about tuition or mothers ...perhaps it is grandma's leaking faucet? Are they thinking at all?

I feel like I am lost in a giant habit-trail trudging along...

We are furry hamsters frantically spinning a huge wheel spinning it faster and faster to some unknown reveal.

Trapped in the rat race, blind mice in a maze scurrying while gnawing at the walls in a daze.

I want to escape this endless mouse trap I want to see the world and place pins on a map.

I can't stop to breath I can't stop to wonder I bumble around and struggle not to blunder.

My bosses give me fancy papers to frame with words of thanks and my golden italicized name.

But all I really want is just to live fairly to pay my bills in full and eat my meals squarely.

I don't need a mansion or a castle on a hill I just want peace of mind not dread of another steep bill.

I don't need riches or even fame nor bright lights at night blaring my name.

I just want a to have a decent living, filled with a bit of taking not of endless giving.

Yeah I dream big at times, we all do.
I always enjoyed my time at the zoo.

But this cat is wild she is ready to roam She wants to get out from her cage of a home.

She wants to spread feathered wings to drift in the sky and relax and rejoice for just the blink of an eye.

I want to be a soul not so lost, but a soul that is free from just plain old

and same old plain jane

mediocrity