Nestled in comfort, I quietly sit
Not alone in the embrace of my home
Around the table, we gather and fit
Sounds of the outside faintly roam
Music, laughter, meals without disaster
Rarely do I peer through the windowpane
My mind, overgrown, hardened by plaster
Life’s gifts often slip by in vain
See how they’ve grown, faster and faster
All my life, I’ve woven a fable Of an outgoing, all-knowing guise
But these tales only strengthen the label
That in the present, my masked self lies
And that’s okay, for I am capable
Yet I waver between stability and strife
Divided within, uncertain of my worth
I implore my mind to seek a better life
To explore, to wander, to unearth
An awakening pilgrimage, a chance to thrive
Leave behind the caverns of my hermitage
Which I adore, yet it keeps me confined
Open the door, face the world’s grand stage
Look, ask, and do, a new path defined
More awaits, as I rewrite my page
With renewed faith, my spirit shall spring
No longer bound by doubts of before In this journey, a metamorphosis I bring
As I rewrite my lore, my tale to treasure