The Chase

A soundproof room
encased with impenetrable glass,
screams bouncing back and forth
with hyperness that could never last,
energy flowing throughout young ones
with ambitions running high,
yelps and bellows of overflowing joy
abound through the air, up to the sky.
Tagging one another
in a game of escapism,
they try to outrun their opponent
to later tell friends stories of sensationalism.
The chase, everlasting,
seems to go in circles.
Like on their wheels within their boxes,
this is a pack of in-shape gerbils.
They jump and dive, roll and hide
trying to never be caught,
yet even when one is, they claim they're not,
even when they know they ought.
No matter if they are
or even if they never were
this is a game that would only make them happier
if it could last forever.