CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“I AM THAT MOUSE”


Like the captured mouse—
Lonely and in fright,
Hungary and desperate to get away—
Like the captured mouse—
Missing its home,
Its fellow mice…
Missing its sanity—
Like the captured mouse—
Hopes and dreams keep it alive.

In my situation
Is this how you think I should fell?
Like the wishfull mouse…
Looking forward to its future?
Is this how you think I should feel?
Really, I feel like the mouse who lost interest in its wheel.
I feel like the mouse who no longer gives a damn…
No, I am that mouse!

I am that mouse who gave up on all its dream—
Lost faith in what it takes…
I am that mouse who got way too many breaks—
I never learned a thing.
I am that mouse who was king in its own head
Till the whole “empire thought” fled—
It ran away with everything else.

I am that mouse!

I am the captured mouse who’s lonely and doesn’t care.
I am that mouse who’s hungers no longer there.

I am that mouse!

I am that mouse who was too impatient—
Too important to not get its way…
And now I am the captured mouse who doesn’t give a shit if it goes
Or if it stays.

I am that mouse who wants to quit the maze.

I am that mouse.
-Chris J. Melanson 2006
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