by P.R.Banks

I didn't know I was typical,
I had thought I'd escaped that trap,
but no,
you told me so,
suddenly I am not so sure.

The mice are on the wheels,
easing into a familiar path,
going round,
towards the ground,
looking for the first square.

I was there with you,
That much is sure - but,
was it so,
I have to know,
did you really see me?

I know I was guarded,
I was in a land with strangers - however,
it could be,
that you can see,
past all that though.

But what did you expect?
So I gave a typical response,
apologies to you,
but what else can I do,
when in a typical situation?

Philip R. Banks
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