Only Clouds

by MicDDciM

Just something I wrote while on the train. It's a social commentary on how those within the Minority World are often subjected to such heavy regulation to create civilized human beings that they lose their imagination and become just another literal thinker that 'helps' society. Not a great piece but thought people may enjoy the read or have some input of the structure or imagery.

Shudder.
The train sets out from the station.
Flying through the country-side.
A marvel of engineering,
to simplify the lives of those privileged
enough to live within the
correct
nation.

As I stare out of the window.
I gaze at the sunset. Orange
rays bouncy upon the underside of the clouds.
Beautiful? Apparently.
I don't see it.
I see that it will be getting dark soon.
I see that it will be cold.
I see that I didn't bring a jacket.
I see a perfectly rational conclusion. However,
I don't see it. The beauty.

The clouds.
Even the clouds themselves are just that.
Just clouds.
No longer do vivid images come to mind when staring up at them.
No imagined unicorns, flying above.
No hovering star-ships, warring against one another.
No carpet of lava, threatening to fall upon me.
Not even the immature thought of a giant penis.
Only clouds.

Have I lost something?
Perhaps my ability of abstract thought,
replaced with rationality.
Perhaps my imagination,
having the ability to see only the literal now.

Was this their plan?
For me to develop into a docile adult.
To control behaviour that may be
deviant.
To normalize me.
Make me like everyone else.
Keep me blunt.
Keep me linear.
Keep me on the tracks they set out for me.
Was this their plan?

It worked.
I fit in. My suit dark.
Similar to everyone's on this train.
It worked.
Like those around me, I see
only clouds.