The last step of a lost son gone,
Never left for him to get lost
Just an open window; he saw and jumped in
In to the world but out of his captivity
Not thinking secondly of what awaits the other side
Either way he was ready to fight the beast
Or tame the cat: he was ready for the unkown
The thought of existance beyond the walls that he confined triggered his fear to strike the match and the search was on
The walk into the dark shivered his body wet
His eyes glowed and his sense not sensitive yet
Like a bird in a cage nothing to nest
Like a mind full of dreams I can't chase
Chase on the lies that made sense so you oblige
The truth that I lie on and made my bed to rest on
Truth is what I know now
Truth was wat I perceived when I knew none
To what's belief and what's wrong
For what's lust is not the road for it to be long.