A mouse sits on my office floor
And looks me in the eye.
He twitches nose and whiskers
And I wonder whether I
Could spend my life like him
Chasing crumbs and turning wheels,
And whether he’s found happiness
And what he really feels.
I wonder what makes him tick,
Is there love and hope and shame?
But most of all I’m wondering
… Is he wondering just the same?
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