Enthralled to ponder, to search
To take strides in the meadow of thoughts,
Only to encounter a labyrinth, an inescapable maze,
Wried from sight, unseen,
The outside is no different, twisted in its totality,
Huesome and estranged, in a never
ending loop,
Floating in oblivion,
Nothing to offer anchorage,
Nothing to grip on,
Simply lost in thoughts,
A flux, ever shifting,
I can’t seem to decide which course to take,
It’s about time I wake.
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