Freedom

The yellow lines just inches away, I collapse right before it, deep into insanity. Not knowing how or when I’ll wake up from the death-inducing coma. Shackles on my ankles, bounding me to the cement jail of choices. “Freedom! ” I cry, Not knowing I have limited time to be granted that demand. Realizing I've forgotten the roots of life. “Freedom! ” I cry once again being tortured by the demons eating at my soul. Ten minutes left, until death has won me over. “Freedom! ” Reaching for the only thing in sight, the book given to me years ago. “Freedom! ” Five minutes until disappearance into the soul dimension. The crinkled pages sputter dust while being opened. The old book full of odd adventures, true adventures nevertheless. Water-stained pages full of life, Waiting to be taken of their oxygen. I flip through it one last time, Hoping to save the lost cause that is I. “Freedom! ” I whisper. The time is nigh. The end of its usage is almost through, one last time before its entirety will be thrown down. From “In the beginning”, down to the giving of Grace, the book’s life is over. As if it goes with me. “Freedom! ” I scream out in joy. Looking above in the bright light, Grasping at the yellow line, The finish line, Where Heaven meets Earth.