Escape Your Prison

I’m untangling the illusions that hold me back

The elaborate and dramatic stories totally bereft of fact

For years I have quietly befriended my jailor,

But as he jangles the keys and mocks me for my failures,

I lift myself up off the floor and shout

“I am not that man you convicted, I am headed out”

And as I emerge blinking, blinded, but soaking up the sun,

I hear a thousand prisoners behind me yell, “he’s not the only one”