feels like being trapped. Trapped in a cage with no door. The only way to escape. is through death on the floor. like mice we are scrambling. rushing to find our way. choosing our path. which way to stray. if given then choice one would go for the cheese. but there is no choice for mice. they go where they are shocked to. just like a rat in a lab. never allowed to find the exit. always stuck in a maze. never ending. always twisting and turning. never getting out. to stop living like mice. and fall to the floor. to finally be free and find the sacred door.