The First Step

We have been living stunted lives
Taming our thoughts to conform
To silently understood standards
That are never stated or defined
We have been afraid of the sky
Circling round the same boundaries
Seeking familiar spaces, leaving
The horizon for some other day
The paths of head and heart
Have diverged before our eyes
And we always heed the head
Hushing the hopes of the heart
But what if there is no mould
To fit into, no standard to subdue
Our subjective search for the self?
What if the boundaries we circle
Are shadows cast by those within?
What if there are no diverging paths
And the only path there is, is the one
We foster by our own footsteps?
Then it shall be said, that the horizon
Was ever near, the paths ever free
To be carved from dust and tread upon
But we dared not take the first step!