The day I lost my mind.

Tis’ a story of how I lost my mind. I woke up one fine day. The sun was shining but it was dark and grey. I looked around me. Nothingness. A lonely soul, I a middle of nowhere. A nothing. An essence of nothingness. Then I saw two men. One is disheveled from top to bottom. A mad men. A poor man trying  simply to exist. The other men, his face filled with scorn. With pride in his chest, he condemned the poor man. Too proud to acknowledge others as equals.  When I looked away, I see a blind men, searching for his cane whilst he is already holding it. Blind for things that is right in front of him. I then heard a horrible noise. A man is calling out. Calling out for nothing of importance. A reprise of the boy who yelled wolf! Calling out. Trying to get itself noticed in a crowd where no one cares about what he does. Then I see a man, with a thousand faces. Which one is real, which is not, one has to wonder. Faces filled with lies and deceit. Then I see men running, who trips one another, just to have the satisfaction of being in front. While others fall, he smirks and kept on going. Repeating the same thing over and over and over again. Then I saw men, stabbing each other. Wondering who would fall first.  Fall and lay in a pool of others who had fallen before him. One false move, and a knife would stand erect on his back, bold gushing. Then I see men, bathed in sweat and tears, while another, enjoying the fruit of other’s labour, without any guilt in his eyes. A parasite who drains the soul until it dries. I see men, chasing money, greed fueling their hearts. Wanting to catch the ever elusive substance that made the world rotates.  

As I tried to absorb all of the things I see, a thought hit me. This is no dream. This is reality. This is how the world works.