Treadmill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

we work to support ourselves and our family...

but often times, we get used to working that we don't realize that we are no longer working for our original intention...

we seem to work because we lack satisfaction in life.

Treadmill

The rat whines on its thread mill,
working against its will;

Too much time had lapsed,
not knowing where it stops,
cause it doesn't count its laps,
Satisfaction is what it lacks

Rats and humans do coincide.
Would you also dare take the ride?
That, you decide!


Submitted: April 09, 2009

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