Feeling fraudulent
Undeserving of the next chance to swerve a certain way
Day by day
Trapped within the walls of this arduous maze
Seeking out the right mouse
She could be what humans call spouse
Changing self perception gradually
“Mom you can’t be mad at me!
Existence is attacking me…”
But I’m adapting
Or being shaped…
Arriving at my destination
And my feet haven’t left the pavement
