I walk in the world, a pretender, a lonely visitor

I don't know the path and there is no map

There is no place to stop to ask for directions

I watch the world around me and despair

People don't see outside, their universe is inward

It easier to ignore the downtrodden, to close our eyes

Our houses are crammed with baubles 

Shiny toys that blind us to what is right in front of us

And we scamper on whirling wheels

Like hamsters ignorant of life's meaning

I am one - and there's no reason or rhyme

Ours is to race to the end; to the finality of death

Desperately I search my cage for a map

Seeking the reasons for my incarceration

But I am  terrified to take that step

Afraid of what I think life really means.