Give it substance to hope

When you are thirteen or fourteen, only a kid, at that time period, you take a wasted bus with a fringe of white rust,
you absurdly go to school at seven thirty in the morning,
it's winter and like others you're dressed in gaudy garments, sat, packed, and rolling, you watch outside the clanking window, trying to counteract the annoying jabbering with your own reverie,
drenched in that bouillon of radio, screams and petty bickering you feel like you are going to a slaugtherhouse, and you're the meat on wich they feed on, while it should be the contrary,
you wipe the glass with your sleeve regularly getting misted up from your breath from your head too close and laid on your hand,
the sky is a blanket of grey clouds even darkened by the remnants of the night, nature is bare and bony, the trees have claws, and you're passing near that field delineated with wobbly stakes and barb-wire,
the grass is frozen in little nasty spikes, the scenery is white, white and grey, white under grey, and you start to wish, more like a vow to yourself, a challenge,
"If i'm able to run bare feet on the lenght of that field i'm allowed to be free, i can escape, i'm sure that's something i can do.",
run over that treacherous land, over the hidden ruts that could break your ankles, over the rigid shambles lurking under the spiky grass that could rip open your soles and toes and calves, already bruised by the cold and heavy bumps of the ground,
you can feel your limbs turning into logs, and red spoiling the pristine flakes, but at the end of that line you'll be free and you're sure you can do it, escape that zoo, save yourself into the wild, the real wild of your world, away.
But obviously it's just a fantasy and you don't jump off the bus bare feet.

[I realize i did it sometimes along my life, find myself in uncomfortable situations, and i'm still standing, even if with scars over my skin, you don't know that at a young age, that you don't lay down so easily, that it's unnecessary to escape when you perceive your own world, that you can live in the joy you paint on things around and people, how can you know that at a young age, so now i'm giving hope to you.]