I am a mouse. Living in a maze.
Every corner I hit, I am sent back to the last one.
Just when I think I see the exit in sight...
I'm fooled again. Having to explore what appears like the last zone.
The walls feel like they are caving in.
The weight of lost communications starts to begin.
I wish to see the green grasses of freedom, once more.
Some fresher air as I run out the new found doors.
Trying to become inspired as a man aging and seated here, alone.
The cold winds of solitude chilling me to the bone.
I have worked hard,behind the scenes, to survive.
To become more than  this.
A fragile mouse quietly scampering in his maze.
Those about watching this trick.
To see if the mouse reaches the end of is maze...
Earning his "Carrot" dangling on a stick.