There's a
Path I found
Yesterday
where I continually
Seek pleasure
In getting entangled
Within the
Rigmarole of lies
The maze creates a
Scar deeper than
That soul buried
Deep beneath the ground.
Stronger than the
Hallucinations of that
Schizophrenic lady
In rehab.
More profound than
Those million books kept in
The library.
I try to get back
But I'm stuck.
Inadvertently.