Breaking Free from Paper Walls

You’ve built your beliefs on shifting sands up into a house of cards reinforced with glue 

Thinking it will weather the storms 

You’ve placed all your hopes and dreams into a paper house 

Built on a foundation of shifting sands 

Where will you be when the storms come  

You know your house will not stand through the trials and tribulations 

Not when you have no foundation when your walls are made of paper 

We build our houses of cards on shaking sands 

On people, feelings, and fleeting things 

Trying and failing to encase fleeting things in walls made of paper and cardstock 

Is it possible to capture a bird of prey in a bag made of tissue paper 

It might hold until they decide to test the boundaries of their prison 

But it’s just as likely to rip as be looked at 

We are the birds of prey stuck inside paper thin walls 

And so are the people we try to hold onto even when it’s past time to let them go 

We’re all stuck inside our preconceived notions 

Inside of our conditioning from our childhoods and our trauma 

Stuck inside of our houses of cards made with paper walls waiting to burst free and soar 

For we were never meant to be stuck inside a house of cards 

Maybe a massive aviary with open walls so we can fly free when we so choose 

But we were never meant to dwell inside paper walls 

We were meant to soar on the wings of eagles, and falcons 

Not be chained to the ground by our past 

Are you still chained by your past or are you breaking free tearing down your paper walls