Originally posted by ratinacage:
to do,
and suffer from the retributions like the fool
to stop,
like taking out batteries from the clock.....
to go,
i will not be able to write my tale of woe.
to stay,
i'll have to succumb til my hair turns grey.
i run,
from the crowd like a sore thumb.
i hide,
in wet,dark drains til i turn ghost white.....
i feel ,
like a rat in a cage
on a ferris wheel!!!!
Can really relate to this poem. Especially those sentences in red. 'Like a rat in a cage on a ferris wheel!!!', going round and round aimlessly .... going no where....
Cage ... we are all living in a cage, a cage created by who? By the society? By the government? By ourselves?
Sometimes I wonder, is there a cage there in the first place?
Cage or no cage, we are all rats to a certain extend....
