Lab Rat Like a lab rat in a maze, Searching for the perfect phrase, To make this poem end in rhyme, Feel I'm running out of time. In the tunnels dark I gaze, In wonderment of all the ways, Some absurd and some sublime, Urging me to choose, but I'm, Uncertain still if I can raise, The curtain of my mental haze, This foggy unfamiliar clime. Might have to settle for a lime. I've given lots of nights and days, Pursuing something in a daze, So up and up I'll climb and climb, At last I've found it. It's a dime ! copyright ©2011 Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved