A new year, a page turned.
Everything that was, behind me.
I walk ahead, I built this prison.
I open the door, I built this prison.
Memories flash; they are thoughts now.
A thought can have so much power, why is that?
I built this prison.
I want things to be different, a better world.
Yet I am afraid,
Why?
I built this prison.
How can I be certain? Am I on my path, or am I a burden?
The walls arise, and I realize
I built this prison.
Create, and change. Breathe. Transmute.
This is what life is; I am built to utilize the pain.
I am made to transform the pain because I am strong.
What am I doing wrong?
Everything? Nothing?
I will never know,
I am within a prison.
After walking, I turn around
And realize the prison bars
Were columns, a temple
I built this sacred space in my mind.
Creators, transmuters, exhale, sigh
I want so much, that is outside.
What am I doing right?
Everything? Nothing?
How can I be sure that I am worthless?
Who am I? Am I thought, and thought alone?
Or am I an architect of my own mind?All I know is this one thing:
Architect or not, I built this.
