"Searching"
Caught in a maze, with no way out.
Surrounded by seclusion, I stifle my shout.
I try every corner and every door as I juke.
I fail with every turn; so I stand like a fluke.
I know. Turn around. Retrace my steps.
That didn't work. Only increased my depths.
Maybe go to sleep, and search for a dream,
to tear down a wall, or find a loose seam.
How bout I dig a hole, and tunnel underground.
Nope, that won't work. There's no shovel around.
I commence to jump, and grasp for the top;
but the walls are too high; so down I drop.
I will not give up. I'm sure I'll find,
a way to think; and use my mind.
I'm sure it's there. Every maze has it's end,
even if it's the entrance, where the sign says begin.
-FLAWLE$ of #NOFLAW
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