Rats on a Wire

I’ve been running the gamut
I’ve been shaken to the core
One last cut before the knife went dull
A last bite before our bellies are full
Every word emblazoned with incandescence
Every rejection faced without indifference
The last letter before the ink went dry
Yet it’s always the truth that’s so touch and go
Will you be the one to coax me to believe it was all my fault when we’re left
out in the cold
I’ve lost my eye sight
Blinded by chandeliers
One last cut before the knife went dull
A last bite before our bellies are full
Every word emblazoned with incandescence
Every rejection faced without indifference
My hands outstretched to touch the metal that bares your name
Set in gold, enshrined in your eyes
And we are just rats on a wire looking up into the sky