In this world,

When you surrender,

The chains are put on.

You’re a slave to your decision forever.

You’re free to roam the prison,

Your mind.

But there’s no escaping,

The ever-present longing to rewind.

In a haze of “what did I do’s”

And in a maze of “what to do now’s”

Somehow, you memorize every part of the prison.

Thousands of ways in, no way out.

Filling up on prison food and reflection,

You still struggle to swallow the facilitated correction.

Perplexed and wondering how these walls,

How these halls,

Could ever lead to redemption.

They don’t.

Consider it out of the question

Heaven won’t exist

 Within the walls of your depression.

How did you get so low?

We’re taught that heaven is up,

How come hardly anyone goes?

We haste in every other direction,

Guided by misconceptions.

When only the resurrection can save us

From the decisions of our own.