This be the wandering through the maze of the mind,the thoughts to forget are the ones that I find,the distinctive taste of a waste and the waste in the taste of it.
To the left and the right darkness blinds me, unbinds and unwinds the light until the light becomes strands which are held in my hands and with this light I move on,through rooms I thought gone where lay the remains of the memory,disdainful,resentful but pulling me through to more rooms I do not want to see.
I wander no more,my feet blistered and sore but my mind crystal clear,in the twist and the turn there is something I learn and I turn back to see the maze within me.
Unwound now I found how to navigate the paths that I take,through this maze we can make it alone,
but alone's not a home that takes two.
I wait here waiting for you
to arrive.