Day

Day after day there's the struggle to stay sane. The ongoing emotional roller coaster that is life. So to all I say enjoy your ride. Take the happiness with the pain because those will the moments that occupy your mind. However, it has dawned on me that I reluctantly let this struggle get a foot hold of me. Actually in the beginning it wasn't a threat, more like a means to an end. Imagine a time where agony and sarcasm ruled and because you couldn't comprehend that called for you to be put away. Is slick speech only for the elite or must we fight to fit in? Either way a person would be found out, eventually. No adaption, no survival, no way to truly escape or is there? So while imprisoned in a cell that seems cozy but clearly made for idiots what is there to do? The bed is flat with a pale blue mattress, next to the ever rusting sink just a few feet away from the Porcelain Throne! Your kingdom only complete with a view of the outside. The world is vast and wonderful and your little slice has the greenest grass, the deepest blue sky your eyes have seen...which you can not enjoy. You are not allowed by higher intellect, the baboons that scratch themselves shameless in front of others, to leave. Although, a rule has been set on "freedom" how can you accept it as such. All you truly are is bounded pretty much. The truth shall set free those willing to be manipulated and toyed with. Days past and as you recall the feel of grass on your skin. To let the clouds shield you from the harsh yet warm sun and bask in the whistling wind that caresses your body and sings. You must miss it and this they know. How can the world be tasted once more from a small window. So no pain no gain. Swallow your pride what more is there inside. The only way out is to move further in. Let yourself be slave for men. Thus, not understanding be slave to sin. So you're a tool now for them to use but the perks are warm fitting out-fits and leisure during the day. You may not get all that they say but you carry on. Yet, when night falls and the whistling winds begin to howl, laid up on a mattress with no sheet, can what you gain make you weak?