Morning Meds; 12 22 21
We hold the keys to all the doors
We know the combinations to all the locks
The button and every switch to light the road to home
No one or anything blocks our path
Our barriers are but a dream
Insurmountable mountains a simple mirage
We create them in our minds
Illusions of struggles
Illusions of falls
Illusions of prison walls
While all the time we shine and glow
inextinguishable specks of eternal light.