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Crouched, arms asleep, The purple begins to seep He sits in a chair, a theater seat. The purple almost has a beat. His eyes frantically search for "out", The purple is all about. Looking towards the floor, purple; Glancing at the stage, purple; Grimacing at the walls; Two shades, three shades of grotesque, putrid purple. Purple seeps closer, oozing onto his shoes, His breath shakes, quivers. Up it creeps, onto his shins latching on skin, Opening pores. He feels it coming from his chair: Purple despair. It's up to his chin, clawing his mouth shut; Into his nose. Stuck , the only option left is to wait. Finally, it's in his

Adolescent naivety; I ask the air, "Is ignorance truly bliss?" The EXIT sign above the door replies, "Freedom has just as many chains as captivity."

Will you be happy, Polar Bear? Eating fish and baby seals, Unconcerned with their deaths, Just living your life. Will you be happy, Polar Bear? Being alone for most of your life, Only meeting a mate who will leave After procreation. Will you be happy, Polar Bear? Hibernating for half of the year, Sleeping your life away Missing holidays and snowfalls. Will you be happy, Polar Bear? Blending forever with the background Going unnoticed, unheard, Camouflaged into the winter. Will you be happy, Polar Bear? Knowing your kind is dying Going extinct with the ages Becoming a famed rarity. Will you be happy, Polar B