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