South

Drifting southward in a daze. Looking below, I see this maze and the ways through this haze.

My head now splits, like rifts of lava in this continental drift. Thinking of confusing myths, away I drift.

Capturing a moment of breath as I sweat to death from things foreseen. I look between this dream, what does it mean?

In the deepest part of this pool, I see strength. But it runs away as soon as you get within an inch.

It likes to run but would rather hide. I know it will be found again and again hiding, lurking deep inside.

Drifting southward-