morning vows

each of us makes our way and does not wait
too long for motion we see the distant train
its light beams make a toy out of the rain
the work is looming and we can't be late
each of us seems a horse pawing at the gate
the weight of life a mountain on each brain
out obligations becoming a great chain
this is the outcome of our human state
no rat could hope to win in this long race
each of us clinging to our tiny hopes
feels strain and pressure on our very heels
each day we find ourselves keeping the pace
crossing the gap with no strong safety ropes
wondering why we're trapped within these wheels