Wondering if he might ever leave,
That hollow cave he rests silently within.
Understanding it is safe;
Understanding it is reliable in its warmth.
And yet, there is a feverish longing,
For something else, something more.
The mouth, he dare not venture beyond.
From the silence, from its strangling embrace.
Into the light, into alien climates.
For it is a stride too far.
Though, he knows it must be taken one day.
And in the silence,
That he awaits.