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I walk through life as a mouse finding my way through a constantly shifting maze picking my way across the shattered dreams nbsp;that lie unsteadily under my feet. A condom lays unused upon my pillow from a woman who wanted to go to bed with me but didn't want to use the condom. I still lay confused on my bed, with her dirty heart, somewhere in the back of my mind. What does she want me for if not to kiss me, what am I but a fulfilment of lust that serves to quench some form of basal avarice in her heart, And all the while, I'm only a mouse lost in a maze being used for an affair. |