Forced Fun One (Story of the Raven)

Dan awoke to a golden sun
Just like most every day
He never really realized
That clocks were ticking away

Dan never loved
He'd never feared
He'd never even danced
And waking on this glorious set
Was like an often trance

His eyes opened to golden rooms
With light flooding around him
His pattern soon moved into motion
From its slow awakened stem

Just like every recent day
That passed for a few years
Dan got up and poured some water
There was nothing to fear.

The room was red
The routine stood
The water was so harmless
The room was red
The routine stood
Cause nothing bad could ever happen

Water fell in a silver stream
That flashed a little white
It knocked the glass onto Dan's foot
Dan and the day went red to night

The blood it splashed from open wounds
Caused by twisting glass
Dan's screams for help were quite unheard
By neighbors in adjacent flats

But through his thoughts the only quirk
Was that he would be late for work

He reflected some
As legs turned numb
About his lazy night job
And how old Dan had never lived
And never was a heartthrob

The sky was black
And Dan's mind lacked
The feeling left for pain
He'd lost so much, of himself
That he'd never be the same

But through his thoughts the only quirk
Was that he would be late for work

A pair of eyes circled the room
Emerald in nature
The blackest bird with bright green eyes
Had an upright stature

"Dear Raven," Dan proclaimed,
"Am I truly left for dead?"
"Not so!" the raven cheered,
"You are trapped inside your head"

"Mean you to say, dear raven,
That life is a state of mind?"
"Potential for the very best and worst of every kind!"

"How does one fall, Dear Raven,
Who has never lived or loved?"
"Well," the raven crowed,
"Seek no mercy from above"

Dan said, "take my life, if it is just a state of mind."
Quoth the raven, "My pleasure, see you soon and goodbye"

Dan hit the kitchen floor
And his eyes opened again
Golden sunrise greeted him
This was clearly not the end.

Though Dan had no recollection
Of last night's bloody end
When he poured his water out
His flesh it didn't rend

Dan's horrid hell is shared by many others in our world
The dispassionance of lonely life can be the hardest trial
So if you feel like you're so special, like your life will not be robbed
Get out and have fun going to your job.