The Road Less Travelled

He stood there, his legs bound, his hands tied, On the last plank with nothing but the ocean on the side In my hand was a gun, pointed at him, His chances of escaping were now very slim. “Any last wishes?” I deftly asked. “Yes?” he said sadly, his irony masked. “Spill” I replied, preparing to end him “I have a dog, I want you to tend him.” “Alright,” I said knowing I wouldn’t do it, “My cuckoo clock at home, I want you to screw it.” “The coffee from Bolivia, I want you to brew it” “Hang the picture of the Bay, alas, I drew it.” “Aye,” I said, giving out a sigh, “Prepare yourself, your end is nigh.” “When there is a gun to your head, you don’t give in,” “There are 146 options that you use to win.” “What?” I asked him and lifted up the gun. Fearlessly cocked it and said, “You are done.” I aimed it, fired it and drew a blank, He raised his tied arms in laughter.  The poem of the Last Plank.

"When you become free, you become experienced." That sounds like a quote from a celebrity which just about missed the mark to go on an Instagram post or the back of a motivational diary or something like that. It was written by me, and I think that it is the truth. The freedom that I got was not after I struggled for it. It was just that I became more independent because I finished high school and entered junior college. Entering junior college is a very funny thing. On the one hand, you feel like you are getting more freedom but the fact is that you are just being exposed to such a new world that you are possibly overwhelmed by all the things that are happening in front of you and you are like almost always confused. Of course, I know that most of you would say that only I was exposed to a world and none of you was, but the fact that you should take into consideration is that I am writing this blog and you are not. lol jk jk. The first thing that I felt like free