Plastic Wheel

What if we all simply thought,
'Couldn't the world go faster?'
Would we acquire what we sought?
Have we made time our master?

Thinking that we never sin,
even when we use the knife!
Thinking that we'd always win.
'Who cares! We're larger than life!'

Yet, we are small, just like mice,
running on our plastic wheel.
We magnify that we're nice,
running on how we just feel.

Doing our circles and laps.
Our hands and feet on the rungs.
Quickly, we're racing around
but we are never quite done.

Have we become sugarless?
Thinking, we're so very sweet!
Shall we compare, the real thing?
Finding, we feel incomplete!