Caged in

Today I’m in the mood for some english. Although my english is definitly not perfect I hope there are not to much errors making my text unreadable.

How come you feel sometimes like life is totally fucked up? I mean, whenever I remember my youth and the time at the gymnasium (similar to High School, I guess) I feel like almost everything, that changed since then turned into crap. Whatever, the point is: I don’t like to feel the way I’m feeling now.

Just like a panther I feel my mind is paceing up an down in that cage of thoughts, seeming to search for a way out, for a solution, an answer to all this questions, if only to bend this bars a few inches, that cageing it in.

Sometimes, just in a glimpse it seems like these bars are gone and the panther may roam free. Hunt, feel the gras beneath his paws, feel the thrill of freedom again, just to have this feeling of being alive again. In this elusive moment of euphoria his muscles start to strain and he is ready to jump, until he is aware of his misapprehension and the clarity which flashed his eyes just for this little moment, disappears and lets his sight become cloudy again.

But even if my mind was able to take this leap into freedom what would be out there?

A panther should walk with pride, walk free, without fear of beeing what it is. So should your mind.