Lovers break hearts and obstacles break spirits
Mazes are meant to confuse, while life is built brick by brick
A brick of apathy, then a brick of rage. And brick by brick we go.
The maze is full of twists and turns
Small holes to squeeze in and flood gates to open and swim through
Dead ends, tight turns, dropped floors, and broken reflections.
Mazes intersect, passing people...pass, pass, pass
And sometimes people stick together for years, just to split apart
Going into opposite directions to face challenges of their own
Voices that belong to faces you can never see
And when does this maze end?
Or is it simply the infinite labyrinth of life?
When can we choose to simply walk away, forget the bricks we've spent so long laying?
Perhaps only when we are at peace with ourselves, even while at odds with others
Maybe the bricks will just come crashing down
Demolished by the ease of understanding.
The entrance could still remain, all the bricks in it's wake to be rebuilt
All the tears of pain and happiness in the form of buckets of gluey plaster
Used to piece this life back together
What is one to do?
For you, I'll never know. But for me, I'll never piece that maze back together.
I'll turn the other direction, whether it is into a desert with mirages of false promises.
Or a fun house of mirrors that makes me face my insecurities day in and day out.
I may be hallucinating and thirst-stricken in the desert
Alternatively, crazy and broken down in the fun house
But in the end
In the fog of a mirage or the reflection of a mirror
I'll see the person who has stuck by my side and never compromised.
Myself.
