Void

The gate was close but I could still see through the spaces between the bars. What lays beyond was something we all such wondered. There was grass and trees all so vibrant and green. Why does it feel as though we are captive? The gate is unlocked but something holds us back and it is something much stronger than the desire to see everything that the gate holds back. The keepers tell us that we live in a sanctuary, a place so safe one that took years to make. But what is so dangerous about this place that beckons me forth. Every day I live is monotonous, and the same. I'm called by number, no identity, no name. One day I'll wake up and say I've had it, I'm done, I'm going to run. My friends, like me, also talk of the other side but they do not feel that need, that drive, the call of the outside. Time here is agonizing its pain. Here in the sanctuary, I'm alive and I'm well the gatekeepers say, but there's something not right on the inside, and it's like death this delay. The day has come; I swear I've never run so fast and never looked back. I reach the gate and push my way past taking my first real steps into true freedom as my feet touch the grass. I see no danger and feel no fear but the next thing I knew I was walking right back. I wake and it's as if it was all a dream. I get out of bed and I wash my face to start the day. As I go about my daily routine I notice something on the bottom of my feet, it's a stain. It's green like grass.