RAT RACE

This rat race, it’s one bad place
Where I can’t breathe and I can’t see
Struggling on my knees for this piece of cheese.
The world? Oh, it’s watching, see?
And coming after me on this treadmill
They got me spinning my wheels
Never getting ahead. Hey, why get out of bed?
Tryin’ to make a dime to buy me more time
In this rat race. It’s a sad place.

All that glitters ain’t gold, just pennies getting’ old.
Tryin’ to make my way, still they want to make me pay
Can’t wait to see the day when I can finally say:
I’m done with you. Don’t feel no gratitude.
You offered nothing good like they thought you would.
Just a rat race. Don’t throw bait in my face.

Won’t make me lose my mind, step ‘cross your finish line
And be like one of you; that’s what I used to do.
But, I sought a change of pace. Got out the rat race.
I’m on a clean street, no fear in who I meet.
We all think the same, don’t play the ‘ignorance’ game.
So maybe we can attain that promised life without pain.

See, that’s something you don’t know ‘cause you like to move real slow
Refuse to change your gait; for pleasure you can’t wait
Stay up all night and all day? Okay, have fun living life out your way.
But, take care to count your days that once you’ve reached the end of that maze,
It’s not just flesh you have pleased; sad to discover there is no cheese
But just the trap they’d set for you and now your days become few
Because once done, you can’t erase… Your steps you cannot retrace
So ends the rat race.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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