Maybe if the noose around your neck wouldn't cinch so tight, when you deliberately wander off the path that has been chosen for you; maybe if you wouldn't perish, the day you lay your back on; maybe if your certificates and other materials gatherings weren't made your only primal instincts; maybe when you'd be treated with the same reverence as the man landing his foot on the moon, for he was only doing his job; Maybe if we the rats were friends for once not foes, this world would have been much better than this false pretense.

Maybe on that day you'll appreciate the happiness of true freedom!