What are you going to do for the rest of your life?

Nothing.
I'm going to do nothing for the rest of my life.

Why?
Because there are restraints for people like me. Restraints in white patterned cubes
and dark rooms full of empty thoughts. There's a place for people like me and it isn't outside
or here or anywhere.
I'm so tired I don't want to breathe or move.
What's the point?