Of A Mouse And Man
As if a mouse could ever come close.
Close enough to win the heart of a man desperately trying to pay attention.
To understand the words penned beneath his feet,
Between his toes and somewhere that no one can find.
So the question remains…
Are you aware?
The ground sees the impressions we make
and it feels the scolded senses.
It knows when a mouse feels like a king
and when one is dying for one last slice of cheese.
If only it could be honest.
The mouse, I mean, not the man
If it could tell of its exhaustion and fears.
But a mouse, is a mouse,
a man is a man.
And the script written between the two,
doesn’t mean a thing