the warm orange light at the end of a long
narrow hallway beckons me
it's late and dark
with phosphorescent lights guiding the way
as you walk the end stretches backward
the hallway is never ending
i know this.
i don't turn around.
i move forward aimlessly through
the linear labyrinth

my hand passes through solid matter
my feet never touch the ground
i have no reflection in the mirror
my throat can make no sound
days and years and decades fly past
standing in this same tacky house
the white walls like prison bars
stuck in a labyrinth and i am the mouse

take me by the hand lets go
off to see a world unknown
messy and smiling
soaring our way into the mystic
looking not behind for there is magic in front of us