The commencement of a young boy's pride

Was a familiar glare in tradition's eye

The laws declared within my span

Are compelling me to challenge where I stand

So I've existed in this house

Where every page presents a rule

Every tongue interprets light

Set to stimulate my eyes

This can't be why they locked the doors

And placed our questions in a void

With this letter I imply

That the author molded fiction into verse

They're building arguments but still their answers stand obscure

There's ambition in my ink

But a question is the theme

Will you reply?

I've heard legends of the men who left

They tied a noose around tradition's neck They changed the meaning of their fathers name

And paved a road that disclosed an elusive faith

Am I absorbing this myth?

Should I set foot on this path?

Do I abandon routine

When I've challenged the facts?

I sign this page that's sealed with a thesis

The views they hold have always been subjective

I sign this page that's sealed with a thesis (yeah, my patience lacks the strenght to trust)

The views they hold have always been subjective (the strenght to trust my father's vow)

They locked the doors

And placed our questions in a void

With this letter I imply

That the author molded fiction into verse

The arguments they build are loosing the ground

There's ambition in my ink

But a question is the theme

Will you reply?

Until my doubt has been released

I'll put my faith in what I can see