"Underarm with... synchronicities also"

TRAPPED AMID IRONIES

Trapped ...

Through the labyrinth of ironies,

A prisoner in a game of subtlety,

Words...

Surround me, weaving me

Into a subtle web.

In every corner, a bitter smile,

A shattered mirror of truth.

Trapped...

Between paradoxes,

I seek to escape, to find freedom...

In a world of contrasts.

But each step is an additional knot

In the chain of ironies,

Each word a return

To the trap in which I've been ensnared.

Understanding...

Reveals itself

Only through the prism of paradox,

And freedom seems to be

An illusion in this labyrinth of subtlety...

So, I remain...

Trapped between ironies,

A prisoner of my own thoughts.