A mouse in a corner was I,
Wanting to hide or to fly
to a desert or forest enclave,
to a hill or mountain cave,

i had no idea why,
what turned me awry,
why black shadows haunted
day and night daunted

chased by terror and night of fright
as if the shadows could harm 'n bite,
never ceasing, no respite,
not e'en tiniest glimmer of light

i yearned self to deep-six
to sail along the river Styx
to escape, to run, aye, to leave
this place of little reprieve

i'm still running and will continue
till i learn my lesson of life
perhaps that G-d is deep within you
even when the darkness's rife