We might try making a point, but then see it’s in vain. It’s
like drowning in a tank of water. Not an ocean or a river, but a tank. The tank
is closing in and we can’t even thrash our hands and feet. We can’t stop the
flow of water and obviously can’t swim out of it.
It’s quite shamefacedly then that we confess how we strive
on this choking feeling that seems to surround us. We are hurting, we can get
out, and we’re just not doing it. Breaking free is easy, just a few words away,
and still we shy away.
And therefore then, we face it all over again, our goddamn
bloody cowardice. We live on the crumbs of others, like a dog feeding on
leftovers.
There are better ways of survival. We need to find one.
