The prison doors are wide open

Poem:

We have all lived our lives
In the prison of self
One day we hear a sound
Waking up, we glance around

To our joy, surprise and dismay
We find out
The doors of this prison
Have been flung wide open!

Looking out, for the first time
Now we can see
The sun is shining
On an unimagined immensity

A wide open field
From horizon to horizon
Of forests and flowers
Of trees and rivers

Looking back and around
Our inmates oblivious
Are sitting around
Playing with pebbles

They call out our name
‘Come join us, come join us!
The pebbles are round
But you’ll never believe
      We found one that’s narrow!’

Looking up and out again
Even the guards are gone
Our best friend breaks the stare
Pulling us back down