Hiding

Taken from here

I've been cowardly walking through weeks and months here.
It feels heavier, every steps I take, every days passing by.
I keep on searching for walls, pillars, even big trees,
'cause nobody should ever see me passing by,
I got to hide.

From something I can't even touch or see, I feel the need of hiding.

It's comfortable here,
yet stuffy at times.
Still, I'd have to choose, whether to stay or to come out.



Tell me, how is it to be out there?