“How does it feel to be a guinea pig?”
A man he did once say to me
It was dawn, the sun was rising
The only ones there were we

On a sidewalk inside the city
Like mice inside some maze
We wandered and hung out
Stumbling about as in a daze

We could not comprehend it
Although is was clear to see
We did not plan a life on earth
But that is what came to be

Judge not, lest you be judged
One and all are in this together
As we must carry a heavy load
Existence is light as a feather