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- [The Open Road Towards The Future] [ By The GNN ]
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- "THE OPEN ROAD TOWARDS THE FUTURE"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- "The sunlight on the garden
- hardens and grows cold,
- we cannot cage the minute
- within its nets of gold,
- when all is told
- we cannot beg for pardon"
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- (from The Sunlight in the Garden by Louis Macneice)
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-
- The lights from the apartments in the buildings around me shined like
- small signs without messages. It was a warm summer night. The cigarette
- between my fingers made a familiar pleasant smell and I felt that the
- future was in front of me. Sounds from the city, vehicles and sirens,
- could be heard in the distance. I saw my own shadow on the ground in front
- of me. In a moment of weakness, maybe caused by the fear of the future, I
- decided that this was the last time I would ever smoke again.
- Yes, absolutely the last cigarette. I dropped it to the ground and
- crushed it with my shoe.
- A moment later, that van drove past me. I would have quickly forgotten
- all about it, if not someone had stuck out a twelve-gauge through the side
- window and fired a shot against me. My body was thrown to the pavement. I
- was hit. I saw the blood pour out of me. A red puddle began to get bigger
- and bigger around me.
- I do not want to die, I thought. The open road lies ahead of me. I
- cannot leave it now. I am only twenty years old.
- I felt no pain - only a strange feeling of emptiness. The hard ground
- fought against me as I crawled towards the entrance to the building where I
- lived. Music from MTV raged in a window at the second floor. By some
- reason, I knew that it would be no idea to scream for help. They would not
- hear me.
- The door was locked. Of course. I fumbled for my keys. Deep down in my
- pocket, below the packet of cigarettes, I found them and managed to open
- the door. Inside, I collapsed on the floor and passed out. Only for a
- few seconds, thankfully.
- I had to crawl up the stairs to get to the closest apartment. From my
- point of view, on the floor, the door bell seemed to be placed in the
- ceiling. I could not reach it and there was no idea to stand up. My
- knuckles were not mine any more. I could not feel them as I banged them
- against the cold door.
- - Open the door, I whispered and saw a drop of blood fall from my lips.
- The familiar voice shouted at me.
- - Get lost, you fucking drunk!
- - Help me, I said with a weak voice.
- He heard me. The door opened, but not in a friendly manner. The hard
- steel door was thrown into my face. Something exploded inside my nose.
- Then the door closed. I was alone again.
- My flat was placed in the end of a long corridor, two storeys up. It
- took me five minutes, but I made my way to it. I left a long stream of
- warm red blood after me. Tomorrow, someone would probably get really
- pissed off.
- - High West police department, how can we help you?
- - I...
- - I cannot hear you. Please, speak louder.
- - My name is Leonard Reagan. I have been wounded by a gun shot. I need
- help fast. This...
- I never had the chance to end my sentence.
- - Your name is Leonard Reagan. You have been wounded. You need help
- fast. Is this correct?
- It was hard to speak. The handset was now covered with blood.
- - Correct.
- - Your message will be passed on, as soon as we have any staff available.
- The electronic telephone service have been at your service. Have...
- - ...a nice day.
- The room twisted around me. It was hard to concentrate. Very hard. My
- fingers fumbled on the phone.
- - Saint Jonathan's hospital, please hold on! said a female voice in the
- end of the telephone line.
- I waited for an eternity on my living room floor.
- - Yes?
- - I am dying. I am shot. I live at...
- - What is your insurance number?
- Good question.
- - I have none at this hospital. I have just moved to this city and...
- - Please give me your address.
- She sounded eager. Despite the pain that now had begun to grow inside me
- like a monster from the dark closet, I managed to tell her everything she
- needed to know.
- - Thank you. I will mail you the necessary papers you need to get a
- complete insurance. Have a nice day.
- - Thanks, I said before she hung up.
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- Where is that youth? Where is that gold? The open road lies ahead of
- me. I want to live, I want to see the future. I want to make history.
- Where is that gold? The concrete cannot trap a free soul, like no building
- can catch a bird. The bird flies above us, watching all our steps. Then
- it is thrown to the high skies with the help from a strong wind. Try your
- wings. Fly to the sky and look down on the people below you. Watch them
- walk the paths of the old generation. But do not fall down. You will be
- trapped. You are safe as long as you fly high above them. Let your
- passions rule. Search for the gold. Join the playground. There is no
- second chance, if you waste it - you will never see it again. Catch the day
- and live for the sake of living. The free bird does not question anything,
- it only plays the game. It does not have to find the youth nor the gold.
- The bird is always free and so are you. But first, you have to make
- yourself free. Fight your way to that freedom. No obstacle is impossible
- to conquer.
- I sucked on life, like if it had been a sweet bar of candy. Now I only
- taste the bitterness. Stay away from the bitterness.
- Where is that gold?
- Search, but no not fall down from the sky.
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- I called my mother but only an answering machine was at home.
- - Bye mom, I said.
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