At one point in his life, this man was ruling the world. No one said anything to him, no one had anything on him, and he was getting away with everything. Then came the downfall, a downfall through the depths of society. A man that was once a genius, now groveling at the feet of the world, begging for mercy and forgiveness. As his soul grows older, it carries more and more weight, putting more and more pressure on the mind, and putting a toll on the wellness of his body. Not many men can endure such a struggle, not many men can go through such pain, but this man is different. He has endured hell throughout his life, he has found ways to get past his problems, to bring peace to his mind and ease the pain within his soul. At this present moment in time, the man is at flaw, he is in an era of his life completely in limbo from anything he has endured. He must find his solution, he must keep faith in his logic, he will endure. An endurance through the times of life that were once so easy, it made it go so fast. Now the endurance is a struggle, a slow painful process, and somehow this man must finally fight through. With all things against him, he must push forward, although the world tugs and pulls him back. A rope on his neck, two ropes on his arms, and a rope around his waist, but he still must push on.

The one on his neck, a pretentious old aunt, becoming more senile with her massive loss of control. Her loss of control is over her children, but not all alone, as she loses her mind. There’s no chance in hell that this woman is sane, she can’t make a straight and logical decision. She makes rules that aren’t to be broken, she creates situations that are meant to break him. Every weekend, she drags their asses out, no matter what they need to do, there’s no chance of doing it. The work doesn’t get done, the people don’t get pleased, what are they supposed to do when the grades don’t come good? They get bitched at, they get punished, but they’re not allowed to have “excuses”. She cries and groans and puts him on a guilt trip, she instills in him pain beyond that of any wound, but he still won’t feel it, he refuses to feel it. This rope can be cut, it can be sliced and it can be shredded. It can be gotten rid of, and it can be thrown away, it is not a necessity in the man’s life.

The rope on his right arm, his acquaintances in his place of residence, his friends, his roommates. They say they fight for him, they say they mean good, but most of the time they bring him down. They take him out, they treat him well, but he sees right through them. Some push him too far, some push him too little, some push him in the wrong direction and some push him into their world. This is not what he wants, it’s the last thing he needs, he can do better and he knows it so well. His friends clash with everything, from his beliefs to his restrictions, from his family to his life. He has made it his business, sub-consciously of course, to find all of those people that have all the rights, the ones that are free. They know what he can’t do, but they push it onto him anyways, like the drugs, like the parties. When he doesn’t do what they want, even though they know so well how much he yearns for their life, they stick it in his face, they flaunt all that they can. They know his apathy for rules, they know how much he hates these cards he’s been dealt, and they push him to be that which he used to be. Now you ask yourself, what’s this chained dog doing trying to roam with the strays? He’s not roaming, he’s sitting at home ramming his head against the door, looking for a way to get out.

The rope on his left, its not easily removed, it holds his clashing ex-girlfriend and fighting best friend. The two most important females in his world, and neither can seem to get along. They don’t see what they do to him, the rope cuts through his skin, but all they do is fight for his love. They don’t seem to understand, there’s so much to go around, this love was never used, so there’s plenty just out there. One doesn’t like the other because of how she treats him; how she’s changed him, and to her its not a good change. She sees him being controlled, but won’t understand that this is what he wants, this is how his best friend raised him. The other doesn’t like the first because of her jealousy, her insecurity, and she thinks he takes her advice too much. She doesn’t understand that this is his friend of so long, so long that they have telepathic signaling together. She doesn’t see his friends logic to the world, and how she’s got it more figured out then he does. This is why he listens so much and this is why he loves. It’s ironic that the only two people that make him not want to go back are the only two people that want him to go back? They fight so much together that they don’t look to the man, bleeding to death, lying on the floor and pleading for them to stop. The two that he loves so much don’t notice to look and see that they’re killing his health, and he’s the only one that knows it.

The last rope, the one on his waist, represents his work. He’s not getting anywhere in school, not getting anywhere in life, and it’s all his fault, he should’ve prepared himself. He should have figured out by now that his life’s not going anywhere and his dreams won’t come true. His work has the hardest tug of all, because it sets itself to be his downfall for everything. He’s having his problems, affected by life, he shouldn’t let it get to him and he shouldn’t let it penetrate so deep. If he had known how to deal with this earlier on, he would know what he’s doing, but he was never taught to separate his issues in all of these different sections. He was never taught to prepare himself for life, and now he rolls endlessly to into an oblivion, because he knows not what to do with himself.

How can you expect someone so new to a mature life to handle the pressure of all of this work with this many things on his mind? He’s not, he’s meant to figure it out as he goes along, and then later he’s meant to die. Now you sit and wonder, who is this troubled man, can someone like this exist? He does exist matter fact very real. This man can be anyone, from you to him to me.