have a schedule. I say to it no, but it hears yes.
As the sheets twist around my body and my comfort ascends, I realize
that my bed is a master manipulator of the body. I am too weak I see,
as I fall back asleep. I couldn't fight the
Pressure.
As I walk down the sidewalk, still asleep, my shoes say to me "let's
run, jump, play, be free. I say to it "no, I have a schedule." But it
hears yes. As walking begins to feel good, and i come upon a crate
leading to a rooftop, i realize that my shoes are a master manipulator
of motion. Before long I find the world being my obstacle course. I
was too weak, I couldn't fight the
Pressure
As I walk in my dream attire, I come upon a kid being beaten by
teenager. My morals say to me " do the right thing." I say to it " no
I have a schedule." but it hears yes. I find myself helping the kid,
shoving the teenage bully off of the boy and sending him home, with
words of knowledge. As I began to sympathize with the kid, I realize
that my morals are a master manipulator of the mind. I was too weak, I
couldn't fight the
Pressure.
Then I realized,
Pressure
Makes you stronger. From there on I decided that I am stronger than
pressure,
Force.
So the next time my bed asked me to stay, I ate breakfast. The next
time my shoes told me to run, I drove. And the next time my morals
told me to do right I said to it " what if what's wrong, is right?"
then I sent that teenager home with a lessoned learned and a black
eye. I fought the pressure and now I
Apply.