Euthinize a rat. My environment is as dead the roaches you Squash on this lab floor. The sound of myself gasping– Is how I know I have to run tommorow's strides. My walls say I could escape, But I have to climb. So I talk to the ground It tells me lies, It says i can fall through it– And die. I run through mazes every Tuesday My vermin brain, Gives out. On Tuesday– Numbness fades. It's clear, I'm a rat. Pray. To be like the roach– Easily squashed with a step. Run through every second. Look back in fear— And chase the pain you run from. Try look forward. Tomorrow– It's to far for me, Can't stay. Wednesday's numb, Won't make up for Tuesdays to come. Euthanize this rat. Reincarnate into the ground, Tell another lies. Until he abides– Because I have the best advice.