I look up to see nothing but caged animals let free as they rush to the scene, blood pumps through their veins and adrenalin is taking control. They jump up and down in a frenzy of laughter and cheers at the battle below the tables they stand on. I take a step back and lean against the wall, not looking at the reason of the frenzy but the animals enjoying the chaos. Blindness sweeps them as they continue to watch the battle rage on, one punch two punch three, a animal's down. Cheers and laughter roar from the crowd as the animals begin stomping on the tables and laughing, caught up in the situation that's become a TV show for me. I can't relate. I'm not saying I've never become a animal before, I can never say I won't again. I can't predict the future. But I still regret it though, as we all say we regret how we don't realize how fast time goes by. I'n the end it makes me wonder how I relate to the animals running and jumping on tables laughing at others pain. It worries me for the future, and it frightens me that we don't know our past. I could say I rather be isolated from it all, live on some island somewhere and kick my feet up and read a decent book; but in reality I need that connection. We all do, it keeps our human connection. It's disappointing but those animals I was talking about are still our brothers, sisters, neighbors, and fathers. They're everyone. But one day I wish not to worry about someones foot kicking my tray off the table because they're standing on top of it yelling. But hey, It's just some fight at lunch. I should just enjoy the free entertainment.