A law lied within the confinements of youth

Impossible to break or twist the guidelines of truth

Dull silver bars creaking as they close

When the migration commences and everyone knows

Like the flight of a bird in determined pace

Steadily gliding toward oblivions gaze to win the race

A monotonous marathon of repeated empty yearning

Peace of mind escaped the peripheral vision and made the distance a fuzzy realisation of learning

Metaphors only go so far as the eager lark

When we flick the switch of creative light instead of shying into the dark

But when the guidance to the switch becomes a mere acquaintance to our souls

How do we introduce on common ground to resume the necessary roles?

Jailbreak comes when we stop looking for what we cannot find

Stop crying for comfort and leave the past behind

Residence is an agreement of satisfactory condition and relation

Brought in by the preference of your loaned creation

When we change things around we cannot reverse

The satisfaction escapes and the feeling is not one to return with a persuasive converse

Drawn to an appeal of improvement elsewhere, however selfish the act

Nothing dwells where colour fades, a destroying fact

It's crushing when the colour in your creation is your displeased guest

Who would paint the walls in return for a place to rest

But you changed your mind, you preferred the blue over the red

So the colour you replaced left you for dead

"The bright was overwhelming!" you screamed as it slammed the door

But when you turned back around, you still found your gaze shying to the floor

The change was drastic, one extreme to the other

High to low, the place needed another cover

Take the red and the blue, make purple, but red was no more

Your options were few and deeply flawed, it wasn't fair

Keep the overwhelming blue, or leave the walls bare

To feel sadness at its peak, or feel nothing at all

The final solution; break down the wall

Jailbreak comes when we confine to easier spaces

Think smaller, box in, keep to blatant places

Feeling content with our cell and dealing with the problems risen

Before we tackle the issues around the entire prison

The ambience of surrounding is the basis of ability

It cannot be hated if we yearn for efficiency

Paint the walls with precision in the shades you desire

String fairy-lights and light candles to tempt the warm colours close to fire

Feel at peace in ones cell as the blue fades away

Leaving traces of lilac to balance and keep the blaze from decay

Once confinement of small boxes feels less trapped and more secure

It may be time to expand to the cells of others who are yet to feel as pure

You cannot aid without experience and knowledge

You can't paint someone's walls if your own don't display the necessary pledge

That help is at hand, one they can rely on

Without it, you do more harm than good and appear a con

Create the cell you confide in before

You expand upon horizons to something more

Jailbreak comes as the lark flies in

With the key to tomorrow fastened to its back with a pin

You can leave the cell that you spent years locked inside

A place you could compare to an elevation-based ride

The way a rollercoaster dips and soars with implanted memories

Is the same way decoration and design felt in the cell of impossibilities

When you felt too much, the paint too bright

Or when you felt nothing at all, searching through the dark for a light

But when you found peace in the middle, a gentle lavender

The ride levelled out, and ended shortly after

Because once the dramatic parts are left behind

There's no reason for continuation left to find

But unlike a ride, where the drops and soars are the highlights

The end of your sentence will remain one of the fondest times of your search to relieve plights

And when listing your achievements, your mind will never fail

To relive the time you broke out of jail