Today is the day I decide that freewill is far from real. The way others treat us shapes our existence. As beautiful as we are, our skin, our preferences and our thoughts make us subject to hate. We can detach ourselves from the world's wandering eyes. Shit, we can even ignore that Big Brother is watching us right now. But let me tell you something folks, we're limited. We have been stretched thin long before we thought we could reach the stars. Water gives us life. Yet, we still treat it without a care for the world that needs it. If we treat the very thing that gives us life like a trash receptacle, then what makes you think we as people are not susceptible to being treated in that manner? I just cannot wrap my head around it. Now I wonder if I let the gun clap Towards my head I can Get my marbles back. Maybe having my brains scattered on the pavement would make me become one with the garbage canvas that this Earth has become. I've succumbed to skepticism and now hope is lost.