Mazes

I run in and out of myself, trying to find a reflection.

I look inside myself, trying see what might be inside of others.

I look outside of myself, trying to see what I might be missing.

I run in and out of myself, trying to find a reflection. 

I dive into myself, sinking into the abyss.

What lurks beneath the labyrinth behind my eyes?

I jet out of myself, flying out of the deep.

Am I entangled in my own thread?

I think of why the many walls and paths exists.

I wonder why minotaurs seek me so.

Regardless I am here, now and forever.

The daughter of the judge of the dead, is reflected in my chest.