Maze of memories
I enter the maze, full of hope,
Tracing my way among memories.
Mmh it feels good, warm and easy,
Unlike swimming within my destiny,
And worrying about the next trope.
I am lost now, I find no escape.
The maze is dense, intricate in space.
No landmarks, no symbols or maps,
No yes or no, just a page full of scraps
Of memories lost, composing landscape.
I watch, blindfolded by darkness,
I see nothing but void and sadness.
My future not yet accomplished,
In the maze, becomes nightmarish.
I close my eyes. Too late! My sight got tarnished.