I was at the door, I stood right there on the threshold, And freedom was just a couple of seconds more, After years of crawling, In the mediocrity of darkness below ground, The open sky was a few steps away, Waiting, To feel my wings in flight.   To soar, I only had to reach, I was going to, Until I looked backward, To the comforts of familiarity that beckoned, And willingly went back into chains, Because I was afraid, Of the uncertainty More...