You know the feeling right. I know you do. It's like when you feel like you're a bird with your wings snapped. Or maybe a horse with only two legs. No, make it one, you can still run with two. Or maybe a fish without its fins, lying dead on the ocean's floor.
I know you know this feeling. Yes, it's like you're being trapped. Nowhere to go, Wham. Like the judge just says you're guilty and that you're going to receive a death sentence.
Or have you ever feel this feeling where you've got no choice, nowhere to run. Like a prisoner stuck in his cell forever. Or maybe a dog chained forever, he just couldn't run! Even for a few meters. Or maybe when you got stuck in a labyrinth. I don't know. I think I'm, too, stuck in the labyrinth of reality. I just can't get out of it, can I?
This is a story of mine. How I wish I could call it "unreal". Like I just simply say "Oh yeah this is just an illusion, nothing else matters". No, this is not an illusion. It's reality. I wouldn't call myself an escapist either. I wish I could escape from this reality. Yeah I wish. But wouldn't that call me a coward? Yes to some people, no for me.
Oh dude come on, you don't know what I'm facing. It's even tougher than any Mathematical sum I've ever attempted. I mean it's just so goddamn tough! I know if you were me, you'll just run like a coward.
No, escaping reality is not a cowardly act. Sometimes it can even be a courageous one. Like if you can, I shall salute you. Wait I'm talking with a condition. You run away for good, for something you deserve for. If you escape from reality, and simply escape because you want to. Then you're nothing but a pathetic coward.
So the question is, am I a coward?
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