Rat Race: A Different View of Corporate America

This highway is my maze, and my career and success, the cheese I am searching far. I look to my left and to my right, wondering if the others are thinking the same. How did I ever get here? There is so much more to life and living than sitting in this traffic jam, but just like a trained animal each morning I awake at the sound of the screeching, irritating tone and I do as I am trained to do.

Who is controlling me? Could it be my boss? No, someone else is controlling him? Is it my paycheck? What causes me to react to the stimulants of life, more money, the opportunity to advance, or perhaps a bigger job in the future. Only more empty promises of happiness will come. Why am I here? Is this what life is all about?

I continue to sit is this traffic wondering, what happens to me next, as if I had no control over my own life. Will my promotion come through, oh things will be better then, as I try to convince myself that soon I will be happy, but I will not, nothing will change. I will just be a bigger rat, in a different maze and maybe better trained.
Everyday I consider quitting this game, but fear keeps me going. Will I ever overcome my fear? Will the pain ever out way the fear of loosing it all. Why am I not happy? I have it made. People look at me and say, “He is successful” but I am not. I am only a trained animal running in an endless rat race.