The Mouse Trap

A mouse smells the cheese.
It runs over to a small little diner
that someone set up for him with ease.

It runs to the cheese—
SNAP!
Goes the trap with a sudden squeeze.

He was lured in by the feeling,
the smell,
the smooth touch…
but blind to what was right in front of him,
the deadly snap, the hunger to quell,
the trap that waited all too well.

We’re very alike, you see,
drawn to what we long to be.
The glitter, the warmth, the bright delight,
sometimes hides the pain in plain sight.

Still, somewhere in the dark,
another will start,
chasing dreams, ignoring marks,
while open traps do their part.