Life Without

We start with a man,
Tall and fat,
Living in a pocket,
Lined with air,
Picked at by rats.

He grew up without,
In a listless trance,
Never learning,
Not listening,
In constant motion,
Never Growing,
Not moving up.

He made mistakes,
Grew too fast,
Lived in abstinence,
Of things one truly wants;
With all the wants,
One could keep oneself entertained.

She broke the chair,
Was bit by snakes,
Cheated by Death,
And stabbed a hand,
Just trying to feed herself,
The things she wants.

So he sits in a cage:
Of possibilities,
Of hope,
Of Chains;
Waiting for Eternity to pass him bye,
And for himself to die...
Once again...

ISA