lost
Tomorrow when I wake,
I find myself inside a maze.
A big maze
No end
There is a voice, calling me
In all directions.
Above
Front. Back. Side.
Below
Pulling me every way
Each has its flatteries
And each has its fallacies
Tomorrow when I wake
I will stare into a mirror
Looking back at me is a face that sees
Above
Front. Back. Side
Below
Pulling me in every way
Each is my reality
And Each is my destiny
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