We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.
I watched the walls fall down today
then looked around, and found
that I was free of everything that
yesterday would’ve held me down.
I stepped outside the ruins today
and walked into the sun;
and because they had not seen the light,
my eyes began to burn.
Then, I put the walls back up
and with my pen in hand,
I began to draw my dreams,
the things I’ve seen and understand.
Now, I find comfort
in writing on the walls…
Except for me, the words
remain a mystery to all.
Of course, it may seem curious,
until you stop and see –
that I am this world’s creator;
these walls belong to me.