John's up every morning to basically the same routine. The homogeneity is all he knows, the spices and intrigues of life were only abstracts to him. John wanted more or different, he wanted something beyond his cognition, a niggling discomfort in his spine told him this life wasn't for him but he tarried, hoping he'd somehow find zen and be at one with this infinite loop.
He was raised by his uncle and wife, both were very religious intelligentsias who would prefer living on a farm, while his actual parents tragically died when he was too young to remember; he had heard stories from his older siblings and uncles about his parents outgoing and seemingly checkered lifestyle, his mum a former back up singer of a fuji musician and his dad a politician, both had a knack for life, often going on trips with the kids to exotic locations. John was barely two years old then, how could he remember? All he's ever been aware of is this life void of excitement and constrained by Religion.
John is a boy crying in a muffled tone, John is you and me, clamouring to Live Free.
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