“Remind me, what is the price to pay for freedom? Nothing as the ground I stand on, the air I breathe and the words I utter they all are guilty. Guilty of indulging myself in my own inhibitions of wonder. Guilty of being without a price. Beyond when a man wants earthly things or sacred things, I want to make my own choices. So when you ask my crime, just know the first are the pioneers, the second are the generals, and the third are followers. I am not a follower, I don't utter spoken phrases, I walk unseen paths. Paths that make me who I am, and still, I have places I want to go.”
“Like right out of this prison, and into that place of wonder.”
"Steve, do you understand?" I nod towards the rock.
"Of course, you are my only ally, the bugs are near. Shall we greet them on this blessed dawn?"
You know just what to say Steve. Soon, we escape." The scent of dust riles my nose.
"When the warden tastes asphalt we march towards freedom!" I screamed.
"Freedom will be ours!