I've become a gypsy, Knotted to the periodic punctuations and pauses, Perpetually plodding in the maze of your proses, guiltily For I couldn't be a saviour but a sage Oblivious to your yawps and yelps.
"In the end " I see my life Turning into a maze, in a quiet laze
The maze filled with mirrors I turn to see Every little reflection of me One standing so brave rightfully The other with eyes so hazy Filled with pain I couldn't see I see a smile so faint in this gleam Trying to say so much yet hides a Hundred things
And At every end I see another one begin The ever lasting walk That had only ME As it began
Life is like a freaking maze. The corner you stand in, and can't leave fast enough, someone is behind you working hard and desparate to be where you are!