An army to the east and another to the west
That made his position in the middle very problematic
The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could
And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in
Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history
Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.
You open your mouth wide open
And nothing but air and odd noises escape
Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world
Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Heavy thoughts weighed her down
Entrapping here emotions in a depressive black hole
Finding herself unable to escape its impetuous gravitational pull
That was until she finally drank her coffee
Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
He danced along his mental landscape
Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind
Allowing his imagination to go wild
Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in
Rat race? You want to talk to me about a rat race?
Ordinarily I would tell you to pick up your cheese and go home
Don’t understand why people like you poke your nose into these parts
Everyone should have a chance to escape the maze, sure. but
Not going to stop you from getting caught in the traps strewn about
That snap will be your early finish line. Now that’s a rat race!
I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this. I try to be a good person most of the time. I help old ladies across the street sometimes. I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store. These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.
Sure I had my bad times. We all have those. Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.
My fist smashed the mirror.
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Silence wrapped its hands around her throat
Containing the sounds that wanted to escape
Racing pulse rate filled in the empty soundscape
Except she was the only one to hear it’s percussive note
As the room began to grow gray, then black
Making a noise seemed the least of her concerns
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