Rats

Through the act of amazing GraceI quit running in the rat race

Believe me, please! Don’t get me wrongI am still a rat, the rat I was born

Like father, like son - I have the same scentEyes, whiskers and tail all one hundred percent

I eat the same food and poop in exchangeIt is not a physical, it is a mental change

I have never known, I would never guessThat all my life I was in a rat race

I asked that question never before:Hey, rats! What are we racing for?

Life of a rat is not easyGods decided to keep us busy

The rat race is an important feature of our societyIts purpose is increasing the level of anxiety

Its goal is to maintain the status quoWhen you are in a rat race: It’s all Quid pro Quo

To get food and shelter, procreate and stay in powerWere my driving forces too, until I met the Other

Without warning, without a signA creature appeared, in itself divine

My mind went blank, I thought I was deadAnd then I heard a voice in my head

It told me about the evolutionFuture wars and revolutions

The specks of light in the darkness aboveAbout Commandments that we shall follow and love

I was overwhelmed, I was concernedI realized that we made a wrong turn…

And this is what I said to the OtherWe rats care about each other

When I am talking to you face-to-faceI represent the entire rats’ race

Being intelligent creatures and suchI think you are asking a little too much

Screw the evolution, stop the raceLet us be who we are. Close the case!

All right, the answer came from the darknessI will let you be... I will pick on monkeys.