With a compass of sheer curiosity, I roam,
An oxymoron guiding me to unknown realms,
Chasing the edge of a world that’s never shown,
Looking for paradise at every place,
Only to find in the void, a blank space.
Each question a spark, a thread to unwind,
But this thread, it tangles, no answers to find,
In the labyrinth of thought, I'm lost, confined,
Curiosity's compass, leading a confused mind.
In the edge of a cliff, I stand up straight.
I see a mirror, staring back at me is my own fate.
Reflecting not my face, but just my shadow,
The more I chase the light, the more I grow hollow.
In a labyrinth of thoughts, where every twist and bend,
Feels both familiar and foreign, a journey with no end.
In the tangled vines of confusion, making things worse,
Engulfed in this darkness, being one with the curse.
They see me as mysterious, a figure shrouded in mist,
But I wander the same paths, where exits don’t exist.
Chasing a ghost, an echo of who I thought I'd be,
Yet finding only illusions, hopes that deceive me.
I search for something lost, that perhaps was never there,
A fleeting dream, a whisper, dissolving in the air.
Endlessly I walk, seeking what I cannot see,
A labyrinth of my making, where I’m never found to be.
