The Moment I Stopped Hiding in ‘Something’

Living in the constant need of distraction,
To keep my feet on the run.
To see life beyond the horizon,
To not be bound, but freed.
To move on,
To keep going,
I kept hiding.
Hiding on the things I could hold on to,
Tangible or abstract,
Vivid or indistinct,
It never matters.
As long as it distracts.

Because,
The moment I stopped hiding in ‘something’,
That’s very moment I start to lose control.
The moment I face the world as it is,
That’s when reality bites.
The moment I came out of my shield,
That’s when I became crippled.
If moving on is the secrecy of life,
Then I should keep distracting myself.
For now, it’s better to live,
Beneath the shadow of my own!