I hold the key to the prison door
Forced to stay and never forced at all
The past keeps me in the future begs me out
The world looks in my window and laughs
Barricades of lenders strap me down
The well of opportunity seems empty
Light shines down but the bottom is dark and dry
I could scream for help but no one seeks an empty well
I feel like Moses viewing the promise land
My eyes can see but my hands can’t reach
“This is what it looks like. Can you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it. Can I go there?”
“No.”
Pounding on Plexiglas
Teasing my senses
Looking for cracks or crevice
Small openings for small relief
Bound by a paper chain
Construction paper and Elmer’s glue
I should rip my way out
But the craftsmanship would be lost
I’m praying to unlock the door
Open to my destiny my yes or no
I’ve served my time and the laughter behind me
Just open the door already and let me fall into my future!
