Lost in Thought

As the pieces fall away,

I look into the ceaseless day.

I see a debt we should not owe,

I spy a maze spotted with woe.

Lost within my wandering thoughts,

I look within and count the cost.

Why does logic contradict?

How can I tell if I've been tricked?

Tearing down the thoughts I've built,

Logic is on my deaf ears spilt.

I have no final destination.

To call life a journey is 'n abomination.

There is no map there is no key.

I only have my brain and me.