The pursuit in reality

The Prophecy

There once was a man who reigned upon others through his vast knowledge. He would mark his terms through his ideas. But one day, he had to flee off to his own world where others wouldn't criticize his creativity.
One day, the man found peace through the spoken ideas foreseen in reality. He would see all the hate and the disbeliefs spoken by the common man. What he couldn't believe was the fact that they all had greater potential then he did.
However, they all had to live within a society run by slave-holders. In which, is hard for them to operate on their own terms. They would have to work with the ideas of the "higher class" holders. All of their time spent in a lust of grief ,and the opportunity to make it out of their false reality. A world in which ideas are the creation of the common man and a world in which they rule....
Yet here I am just looking.. telling my self how long can they bear this pain. How one can get up everyday doing something they have no potential in succeeding. How they are wasting their time for a productivity to thrive others. I mean this is reality in their views.... A slight spotlight shown through a keyhole.
There, I just missed my school bus. Now I have to shelter upon their false reality. I do see their are a few around me who actually, honestly, appreciate the little to none they have. Unlike the "upper class" in which reign through what they only have.
I do wish that one day society would actually see things through their perspectives... but sadly, we all have to again, operate through the "upper class man".
As I walk through the city, I tend to sometimes picture myself in a reality fulfilled by my desires. Some call me an outsider or a loner but in reality the man who seeks trust in himself is actually the one who would find success. This is just one little "motive" I believe in.
Here I am standing in front of the school gates just waiting....waiting to be actually seen. But the truth is that a comparison is what makes a man fall.. This is why I tend to again be in a reality in which my dreams are all mine..
Some may be deaf to hear truth and others may be blinded from seeing them. The society in which strives on this to somewhat enhance it...
As I walk through the hallways, I become blinded from what I'm actually seeing. The tools is just something I lack to know what all of this is... A complete book of nonsense and nothing more or less than none sense. This is what I have to deal with as again, "a common man". Some would call this relation in reality drama or by the few a place in which knowledge is happiness and the experiences with it is bliss.
But what is this... this bliss and how do I yet not have it.. said to myself as I took my textbooks out. What am I, who am I, what am I supposed to do and why Am I even in here.... learning about traits that "upper class" wants us to know. As this kid snatched my last paper out of my binder, I told myself that what is the point in arguing and what am I supposed to gain out of this?
For the rest of the period, I sank in my thoughts as I pictured myself in happiness...where time flew by and joy came in a rush. What I don't understand is why the kid who took my last paper, kept it blank and why he took it in the first place??? Questions in which will never be answered..
The next period, I stood their waiting for the time to pass by. But for some odd reason it soon became molasses. I for the first time saw all the eyes magnetized on me. Everything and everyone clustered closer as if I was made of metal and they where magnets. I stood their and thought to myself the one thing I do best.... at least what others think I do... ignoring and binding in my thoughts. I just couldn't do that with the teacher in front of me.. Come with me.. she said.
And here I am doing the drama with the forces of reality. Upon me was a blank chalk board... this was new.. at least it was old to be new as I saw it for the first time. A chalk board and not a smart board or a touch screen computer and any of that.. for once the teacher, at least this one, cracked my codes. Found my institute and found a definition of what is supported by your thoughts...
She asked me why I didn't collapse as the other kids... and why you are the first one to actually recognize and see the chalk board. At first, I thought to myself if this lady is some kind of crackhead or I must have been on some dope... is what I heard from some kid in the bathroom. But again, I am here with this lady asking me to define a chalkboard....

Part 2.......[cont.]