When you are born
You are born chained
Chained to what you’ve grown accustomed to
Facing away from what is true and new
There is comfort in the cradle
Of your mothers tender whisper
But even the smallest of babes
Learn to crawl away sooner or later.
In the cave it is safe and no one asks questions
But isn’t there more that you’ve heard in soft voice mentioned?
The fire is warm, bright, inviting
The sun will burn your skin, the clouds bring lightning
With that in mind it is time to be brave.
No turning back once you’ve stepped out of the cave.
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