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Man of Millions
Dangling precariously like a leaf ready for its final descent, the last drop of verifiable consciousness slowly begins to slip away from the man of millions. He owes no one nothing he seeks no greater pursuit but that of his own being. Delta waves stream in as the man of millions suddenly returns to his humble beginnings. As the picture of his mind becomes clearer so does the pain that once riddled his every thought. Controversial decisions, unresolved arguments, romantic dinners, all left unfinished, all flooding his now pulsating brain. What could have caused this mental scar to heal so poorly? Was it picked at repeatedly never allowing the fading embers of the dying flame to reach a cool peaceful extinction. Running, working, running, working, one in the same, the symbolic theme of the man of millions. Never can he ever outrun his deepest fears that follow him everywhere like the shadowy figure most of us ignore. As his once finely tuned mind and intellect decomposes to tangled processes that wreak unimaginable havoc on the presently paralyzed body he reassesses the path that now seems to have sealed his fate as a man only of millions. They don’t come in singular unwrapped packages, they are tied to a web that links us all, they wait for the next person to try and snatch one away so its symbiotic partner can flex it’s powerful muscles of conniption.
Man of millions sitting in his loneliness, amidst the common man he has lost his focus, lost his touch on the reality left of his passiveness. Aggressiveness is his new fear because how could he become this man when all he had in him was an animal. Across the darkened night he searched for the lost soul that had left a shattered heart strewn on a cold floor. It strains upon his broad shoulders; he bears it all, his world at large. Nothing could have come of this rare goal, to initiate something that would tumble the world down to its knees. His body kneels on grains of guilt, surrounded by phases of heat; he is astounded at the amount he can carry. To this day he never knew that what the world had to offer, was more weight. This man became something indeed he never thought would come of a solitary mind. Sleep was no longer an escape for the one who run in his dreams and worked his daylights away. A little time given was nothing short of the little money spent. Thousands of men would kill for his position, with a wife, a child and a loving home, who couldn’t have wished for this. Who couldn’t but him, toiling away on a sedentary life, this simple man of millions realized he was just one.