The Barrier

There is a barrier in front of me. It is a white picket fence. I am not outside of it looking in at some greener grass or bigger house. I'm stuck inside of it looking out. The American dream is in reality a prison. Designed like a rat trap. The cheese looks so appealing but once you get it *snap* But it doesn't work quite like that. Its not designed to keep a man in one place. It is designed to keep him moving like Sisyphus until he dies with the most meaningless toys.

Its not too late. Just turn around. Run toward the real American dream-- freedom. Become free from the white picket fence. It is a trap and the cheese is stale.