Reminisce (PART TWO)

Maze

They are botches like bruises, they are the bones that crack loud,

They are the darkness of hope, that only gratuitously shroud,

The hands that droop high, both the heaven and hell,

Surrender like the coward, but be freed from your shell,

Do you want to be liberated, from a nightmare or dream?

Are we progressing to freedom, or do we step back from its beam?

Each crass shouldn't know, humans only function in a maze,

They will never escape, for they are blurred in a faze,

A bespectacled creature, hopeless doom in the place,

Little pieces have been broken, only to coalesce the same face,

We are not scared of the future, but ourselves from behind,

The biggest liabilities are humans, to their own mind,

We follow splinters of lightning, we follow entrails of time,

But our lives are their captives, that end with a rhyme.