Friday, 24 February 2012

"The Maze"

Abstract patterns in the shadows

Underneath a moonlit sky

Forced his way into my forest

And I dared to question why

And the maze is never-ending

And they think of a fresh lie

Each time I see through the last one

And I try to tell them: Goodbye –

And thank you very much, but –

I am moving on, and that’s my

Final word. My decision. Mine.

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