Oh this cruel world, building walls, a room, a house, no roof,
no home.
Alone in a corner, black mice, staring at each other, then
parting lonely.
A hole in the ground, they escape to the darkness, a light
they once knew.
Away from them all, lying beneath the dirt, but they wiped
off their feet.
The world crushes, crumbling brown sky, the mice watching
still.
Slowly the tiring feeling is fading, and they wake up
somewhere else.