[ IP ] The Ascension of Man

Trapped, this was my own doing. I fell from grace, I lay waiting for nothing. In my relative youth I've too long till I die of anything natural, suicide is something I lack the courage for. 
 
 Slowly I breakdown this life, free choice is an illusion, my bars are invisible, loose. My prison merely economic, next year I'll travel, next month I'll save. How long had I done this, how long had I lied to myself, thinking this was only a temporary state. 
 
 Then, I escape the prison. It was a board meeting, supposedly being the youngest member was an accomplishment. This was a reward? Listening to drones drone on about making this number smaller, improving that ratio. Only to repeat next quarter, the same chant. `` Decisions leading to customer retention ``. 
 
 It was time, without warning I sprinted out of the building. My blackberry hit the pavement. Rationality was lost, my car remained parked as I ran then walked, for at least 10 miles until I found myself surrounded by trees. It was no penthouse, but this was home, liberated from my cage I found peace.
