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
