Are you ready To be thrust from the warm womb From your unproductive steel cage Of loneliness and delusion? Which you loathe But stay 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 Blue print 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.
