A collection of epiphanies

Caged, but turn the page.

That ungodly odor, can't escape from it.

"Tutor teach me how not to be lost."

"Costs..." He whispered.

"Say that again?" These words I purred.

"You are but another." He concurred.

That is quite the sword he uses as a analogy in what i'm willing to pay.

"It costs you say? To not be lost, I must pay? 

You take a moment to think.

For I am to link your point to a conclusion."

I blink a few times as a ghastly grin stretches across my tutor and friend.

"Your observation is correct disciple."

I stretched my neck erect, dusted off my coat and direct the conversation to a more lively topic.

"Liable to find happiness within' this existence." I chose never ending persistance.

That grin across again, hauntingly.

Haunting me.

That night after the debate.

I was in a state, not too foreign to mistake it fro mere philosophize. 

Then I ask the whys.

"How can finding a home cost! 

He the tutor must be lost. Forcing me into this madness.

That's my suitor, a mad man's coursing vanity!" 

"Insanity!" Shouted out from the doorway.

I looked away, a vulture outside had found it's prey.

"Vanity you accuse me of!" 

The argument at this hour alludes me of logic.

Therefor I remain...

Logic.

"You remain quiet boy! Yet you don't dare heed my words!"

Why should I when they play off your vocal cords?

Slowly my tutor calmed, walking over to his lowly collection of words.

Pulling out a great book. He placed it in front of me.

There I opened as fate understood.

A caged man on the first page.

I say to him, "What is this? A metaphor, but I miss?"

My mentor slowly shakes his head.

"The image puts you in a cage. Turn the page."

I obeyed, and found a blank slate.

The End