Farther than this the line can never be drawn The boundaries have been marked Battles fought Memories created, stored and saved Testaments of time that will always remain for future generations to obtain and learn from The lines on the pioneer's forehead cannot hide a past of frowns sorrows and dilemmas forming a life He stands tall and makes all the decisions making life easier for everyone else His breath turns into vaporizing clouds as the freezing cold shivers his spine His lips, cracked, whisper sentences long forgotten legacies, once buried, now lie bare in front of him Libraries filled with wisdom speak volumes Music to his ears, warms his heart He'll never be able to reproduce the knowledge he now possesses But it makes his life worth living Gives it meaning, makes him feel alive His whispers grow louder every second Soon he's shouting everything he's always wanted to say Everything he was never allowed to vent Social obligations forcing him to walk the same line as everyone else The same line as the herd The herd that doesn't appreciate individuality There's room for an us, not for an I He shouts His lungs burn The fire rages in his chest as he slowly destroys his voice Testing its limits Causing his eyes to tear His hands to shake His face to flush bright red He shouts the last words needed shouting and falls silent His cracked lips grin His smile grows big and wide as he starts laughing out loud He turns around and tries to control himself as he stares you in the eyes He doesn't speak but yet his words form in your mind 'This information is of no use to you, turn around and be on your way' He smiles and walks to the door With his hand resting on the handle, he looks at you one last time He shrugs, shakes his head in disbelief and sends one last message through 'Humanity will never change, the herd will never change, you will never change' With a *click* the key turns and locks the door Slowly the room fades till there's nothing left but dust and a faint memory of what needs to be done
