So, the rat went on this trail that was open, wide and broad,
Running and running, he chased all those who were aboard,
He ran and he sped, he left more and more behind,
And among all the cheers spent on him, his own he couldn’t find.
But following other rats was in fact perfectly fine.
His proud parents, his envious friends- How could he ever mind!
So, he ran anyway, his stars were aligned,
So what if his life was something that he never got to define!

The rat kept running on the track, dodging every attack
He learnt what they taught,
They told him and he sought,
They lied and he bought,
He never questioned, he never thought,
For himself he never fought.
And he ran anyway, he didn’t seem to mind…
So what if his life was something that he never got to define?

But then one day he stopped.
Horror, shrieks, jaws were dropped,
Ridiculed and laughed at,
Such ungrateful little brat!
And then wits came back to him consisting mostly of fear,
Vision had been hazy but now the track again was clear,
So, he ran again, he didn’t seem to mind,
It was foolish of him to ever have resigned,
It’s a rat race *******! Running is all you have to do.
You think of Stepping out of it? What are you, a fool?