Just a test dummy
For years
Running into walls
Looking for the end
Days I give up
Days I can smell it
My victory
My defeat
Back in the cage
Just a prisoner
Running
Just for my dinner
There's no prize
There's no treat
There's no happiness
There's no freedom
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Are we all just that? A great metaphor and equally fun as a literal poem. Very enjoyable
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