RUSH
The Hunter And The Rat
The rat scurries along
Unseen and uncared for,
They don't see him
They don't bother,
But that's alright
Couse he doesn't care.
He runs
He will only look ahead
He never turns
He doesn't care to be alive, nor to be dead.
For when ambition is the only thing that keeps him alive
Be it struggle, be it plight, he will strive
Not the delusions of life nor lust
He will only settle to be first.
The hunter chases his prey
relentless; as always ,
He will not stop
He cannot stop.
For when real life is an illusion
Free will no more than a delusion,
When the society you crave
Deprives you of rave
He will still grasp for glory
Nothing matters; when you're driving for glory
Nothing matters when he's fueled by fury,
He will fall & trip & break & burn
But he will never cease
To run.
They shall not stop
Until they're done.