Lab Yrinth

 

Enclosed in a maze,
The rat is lost in confinement
He patterns out the bait and route
A switch flicks in his head as he catches
Sight of the world through a crack in the wall
He does not really register at first
And continues to chase the artificial scent
Of cloying comfort and sleepy routine
Going around and around
One day he wakes
And feels less drive to seek the bait
And wants to sniff out the truth
He presses a paw against the crack
And the wall comes down with ease
And the light hurts his eyes
But he can taste something real