Deep within a cell of my own making,
The door remains unlocked -
I have but to open it;
Refuge from the world outside my door,
From the trappings of my mind -
The choice is mine;
Self-preservation holds me prisoner,
No shackles bind me here -
Yet here I stay;
Outside the world is scarey beautiful,
Safely predictable within -
What could it hurt?
Let me push that boundary just a little,
Fresh and sweet the air -
Through that open door.