MadhouseWhen Inmates Become Angelsby Nicholas John StreetOf endless identical days I live in a madhouse Surrounded by those Who occupy themselves With superficial entertainment Argue and bicker about trivialities Divert their attention from what? I stand and watch the door It lies open before me This moment has occurred Many times before A few steps Feels like a thousand miles Lord give me the courage To enter the portal to infinity Knowing there is escape What self prevents me? What unimaginable stupidity Chains me to walls Where there are no walls And no chains? I have to conclude That my presence here Is a conscious choice I take one last look about me These inmates prefer An eternity in hell Ignorant of an open invitation To freedom There is nothing more to learn here I have served my time I watch the door unflinchingly Embrace it With the totality Of my awareness And without moving The door steps through me Released from grey repetition To a world of breathtaking colour The inmates become angels |
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