Running through the labyrinth I call my mind
A place not known to mankind
But me alone.
The twists and turns on the darkest routes
Past within the roots.
Future shown deep inside
There is no guide.
Running
Walking
Tripping
Falling
Dead ends everywhere.
In each one holds a memory.
Dead, stored, eventually gone.
All alone.
No one will come
No one will know
To people I'm weird
A freak
An idiot.
People don't know my predicament.
State of mental imprisonment.
Wondering.
Struggling.
Hiding.
Wandering.
Why be brought to life
If all is meant to die?
