The Mind

The mind is a maze of mirrors. Every which way you turn you run into yourself. But which you is real and which is covering up the path that you must follow? Is that all that you are? All that life is? An illusion, a labyrinth, of thoughts, aspirations, emotions? Different versions of the self always getting in the way? What is it? Who are you? Only you can tell. That is... if you can keep up.