Green.

Just read the Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis, and it presents the idea that hell can be escaped, and those in captivity are really the one’s holding the key to their own escape, should they choose to endure the transition.  Trouble is, most are so wrapped in their pride and apathy that they refuse to release themselves and become free.  Sort of tried to show a version of that in the two verses.   

Relied on what I know

I’ve seen all the things I can hold

I know how far I’ll run

Out till I’m old

Slowly closed my eyes and drift into night

Hang myself in a cage under limitless skies

The truth beyond the world within my reach

But I’m already here

So how can you chase me

When all I’ve done is pushed you away?