I was convicted of a crime I did not know;
I was convicted without a hint of sorrow.
I woke up in a prison cell.
The first thing I heard was a broken toilet's yell,
Covered with yellow stain,
Like it is smothered by piss rain,
Or sun-grown grain?
The cells were like cubicles,
No ceilings and low walls,
I could climb over it, I think.
Society casually entered the cell;
They saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
They climbed out of the cell
As if I were not there.
Sweeper's clothes manifested out of nowhere.
I wore them and escaped.
I was trapped in a library in outer space,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library was located in a giant structure,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library seemed broken,
It was dark, and I needed to escape.
But a man once told me
It is hard to enter the library
For one will need permission to do so,
But it is easy to get out.
I got in without my neighbor's permission,
I got in without my permission.
It was very dark, but I was not scared.
I embraced the darkness, and I met some people,
Including society who saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
I felt paranoid while wearing clothes.
Outside the library, but still inside the structure,
Was a sprawling city.
I went into a hypermarket and met my friends,
I bought two bottles of branded milk,
One for them, one for me.
There was a taxi driver who was able to send me home,
But he did not know that I got in without permission.
I tried to act as if I were society,
He believed me, and offered me a ride home.
During the journey, he asked me for my driving license.
I told him I scored well,
For I know that if I told him otherwise,
He would know that I was foreign,
That I did not even know my neighbor.
The driver stopped his vehicle in front of my house.
I got out, and he drove off.
I realized that I left my bag inside the vehicle.
I surfed the internet to track his current location,
Only to discover that he was already in some place.
I gave up.
I opened a crack that reversed time
Using only my mind.
I retrieved my bag.
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