There are three cement rectangles

Completely solid and three inches thick

One Blue, One Black and One Blank

The three walls connect together and form an open square

But there is a fourth wall

Bars

Smooth, silver bars

Cylindrical, three inches thick

There are 14

Spread three inches apart

Across these 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 vertical bars is a horizontal bar

Perfectly center

three inches thick

It acts as a handle

A door

You are sitting in this cage

And you know

Life outside of the cage

It is liquid freedom and joy mixed together with perfect happiness

But it is also unknown and dangerous

However, you just know that if you chose to leave your cage, you will be doing the right thing

But wait

You can’t choose to leave

You are locked in the cage

Right?

Wrong.

It locks from the inside

The world can’t get you out of there

It has to be an inside job

You need a key

And you have a key

A gift

Should you choose to use it and you want to

But you don’t

You are comfortable in your cage

It’s more of a luxury hotel room than a jail cell.

But there is something sour

Like the rotten smell in the finest perfumes

Because that base is still there

The four walls

And you know in your heart of hearts that being outside is better than being inside

You decide to wait

And wait

And wait

Two sides of yourself conflicting

Juxtaposing each other

You take one, two, three steps forward

You pick up your key

You take the last step

Shove the key in the lock

You take a step back

Turn your head and look behind at the poisonous luxury

You face the key again and take one, two, three steps backwards

You return to your life in the cage

Because you are a juxtaposition

Immersing yourself in the comfortable filth

The flicker of freedom fluttering in the back of your mind

You pause

You look outside of the bars and see the freedom

The joy

The happiness

You take one, two, three steps forward

Search for your key

Discover you left it in the lock

Last step forward

Turn the key

And you take a step back

And hang a curtain across your fourth wall

Blocking out the sight of the freedom, joy, happiness

You take one, two, three steps back and you wait

And wait

And wait

Because you are a juxtaposition

You go back to life in the cage

But you can still hear

Hear the freedom, the joy, the happiness

So you take one, two, three steps forward

And you rip the curtain back

Take the final step

And you drink in the sight of the familiar view rushing down your throat

Sating your need

Then you take a step back

And draw back the curtain

To block the view

And you nail three-inch thick wood to the bars

To drown out the sound

And you take one, two, three steps back

Because you are a juxtaposition

You continue your life, but you are drawn back to the bars

Again and again

Although you cannot see or hear it, you still long for it

The freedom

The joy

The happiness

So you take one, two, three steps forward

Think “Am I making the right decision?”

And you unscrew the wood

You rip back the curtains

And you take the last step forward

Touch the key

And push

You look back

Because you are a juxtaposition

You don’t want to be a juxtaposition

You take one step forward, freedom

You take one now two steps forward, joy

You take one, two now three steps forward, happiness

You live this uncomfortable life filled with uncertainties

But you are free and joyful and happy

There is no rottenness to the sweet

There is no rage

But after a while

You take one, two, three steps backwards

And you close the door

And you lock the lock

You take a step back

Remember your cage

Lose sight of the freedom, joy, happiness

Even though you know you will always belong to the outside world

And take the final one, two, three steps back

Beginning the process all over again

And again

And again

And again

Because you are a juxtaposition

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