Maze
There are some days
I cannot sleep,
I cannot live,
I cannot breathe.
During these days
I live in a maze
of memories.
I reminisce.
I'm always tempted
to find the easy way out,
but too often I fail
and end up lost in my thoughts.
There's no clearing in a maze of thoughts.
There's no exit in a labyrinth of the mind.
There's only a fuzzy sense of helplesness
that creeps up on me as I find myself breathless.
So when the sun shines high and lights the way out,
I hesitate no more and run like the wind
and fly like a flake towards the ground
until I land and vanish in dreamdust
on a child's shoulder at midnight.