My mind runs through a maze,
But the exit contains
neither freedom nor
escape.
Rising to new confusion.
Falling into delusion.
What else could come
of solving this riddle?

My exit is awaiting,
but I don’t want to move.
I curse the dawn.
Forcing me to choose
a path.

Let time stand still.
Left or right?
Up or down?
The clock has no power here.

For now I sit,
content, inside the walls
neither rising or falling.
This maze need not be solved
today.