traps and ambiguity

i haven't been reading enough lately so i'm running out of inspiration
(i'm pretty sure i've never had an original idea in my life)
a little thoreau tonight, from walden:
where i lived, and what i lived for...
maybe he's got some answers
i think i've got a mouse in my closet, at best
sleep with the lights on, always now
at least there aren't gorillas in the kitchen too