I feel like I am in a house of my subconscious
a house, of an almost-nightmare.
One that is like a labyrinth,
Where you never want the excitement to stop,

But then comes the point when you need something real, something tangible, physical.
I am surrounded,
there is too much that is seen but not touched,
too much illusion,

but it builds excitement, or adventurous fear,
like you are on a lone trip,
exploring a world that somebody else created.
A creation you had no part in.

I am the mouse in the experiment.