There are so many places to hide that I don't wish to let myself out the door,
Locked in the twisted pathways of the tunnel, in and out of many pit stops there, as if a lure.
I felt the world outside the door to be too real,
And looking for my shadow in the darkness, a cold appeal.
I stepped out to prove many a point,
That I am no ghost and as painfully alive as a disconnected joint.
The single step to embrace my truths and everyday realities was not an exercise in emotional numbing,
But a journey of a thousand miles, an echo towards the future, and a call to heed to the cosmic power's drumming.
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