Taking the same old routes,
Tracking the same old traces,
Wearing the same old boots,
Facing the same old faces,
That I do bear no more.
Passing by every day,
Swirling the trap-like mazes,
Dazzling brain gone astray,
Counting repeated phases,
My everlasting bore.
Fleeing a truth so flat,
Dreaming of better places
Woken by fellow rats,
Racing in trifling races,
No rat had won before.
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I would like to translate this poem
are you or were you a rat? i score it very good. thanks for sharing. i like the rhyme pattern.