No tears, no fears. The never ending turn of these gears. I hope God hears me confess my sins over my years.
I've lived my life with no regrets, and now I'm starting to see the effects. We say everything happens for a reason, it's why the leaves fall at the end of their season.
8,395 days, today is the start of my second phase of wandering around in this giant maze. I'm thinking I might be lost in the haze. Frustration builds inside me. It feels like I'm lost out at sea.
I know I've been here before, but someone's erasing my marks on the floor. I still can't find the key to the door! I dont believe I can take much more.
What happens when I reach the end? There has to be rules that I can bend. I'm just so unsure of what this maze is trying to defend?
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