So this is where I am
And this is all I’ve earned
These empty halls
Devoid of light, of love
Where I am bruised, am chained
This is where I am
And this is all I’ve learned
These barren walls
Blocking light above
Where I am abused, am stained
So this is the consequence
Of fear, of indecision
I did not make these walls
But I did not flee
I chose my own prison
The mind still dreams
Of better worlds abounding
The mind still screams
From dark reality surrounding
Where I am is not
Where I must always be
He who chose prison
Can choose to be free

Jean-Daniel Cathèll-Williams is a graduate student of religion, a youth minister, a husband, a father, and a used bookstore connaisseur.
