Posted February 17 2007 - 12:57 PM
To be thrust from the warm womb
From your unproductive steel cage
Of loneliness and delusion?
Which you loathe
Like a statue stuck in time
Watching the villages mold into city streets
As centuries change
Because it’s comfortable
Or maybe too familiar
In the maze of your mentality
Without a light
You can maneuver
Around obstacles without doubt
Your soul of seventeen years
Etched clearly in your senses
Are you ready
To over come new complication
Learn a new floor plan
To fumble for the light switch in lonely hours
Because you are in unfamiliar and frightening territory?
Are you ready to be unaware of your surroundings
To be consumed by a daunting city of strangers?
Are you ready
To be used?
Are you ready to be independent
When that’s all you ever wanted?
Are you ready for the struggle to survive
To relinquish a past life unfinished?
Though there is safely inside these four walls
Their manipulation has kept you hostage
The one place you wanted to leave
Until push came to shove
Then terror grasped you...
Leaving you immobile to the inevitable.
"Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero crying as we stood out there in the cold, Like these autumn
leaves I don't have nothing to hold. Handsome smiles wearing
handsome shoes, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, And I
hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, While these autumn
leaves float around everywhere."
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