A Maze Of Reality Spinning, turning, twisting, Up, down, around, constantly spinning A rollercoaster, A race, A maze. Your feet drag heavily in the grey and empty soil, You can see a way out But that way is cheating Isn’t it? You don’t know. Still, you keep moving, Forward, faster, slower, Never a steady pace Never a moment to breathe Never a moment to rest. Move Keep moving Faster, slower, Spinning, spinning, All the words you never said All the words you wish you hadn’t Whispered back with the harsh and constant wind. It never goes quiet It never shuts up It never stops. You see a quick way out You see it It’s just there, within your grasp You reach out But, just as quickly, you pull your hand back, You won’t cheat your way out this time. Up, down, around, Screams of ever departing souls around you All race for that exit, The end of the rollercoaster The end of the maze, A simple leap would be all it would take, People choose that way all the time, But not you, not yet. Wind, rain, lightning, thunder, Harsh and strong with the reality you try so hard to ignore, The storm will never stop. It will never end. Unless. Unless. You take one more glance to the quick and easy exit But you won’t take it. Not yet. The branches of the lies and half truths scratch your face Marring the sky alongside ever brighter lightning, Cracks in the perfect grey glass of the sky. Painful and cruel dots of blood appear across your skin You wipe them away, but the scars remain, The scars of words you wish you’d never heard. The scars of words you wish you’d never said. You cast a glance at the way out, But still you run toward the true end of the maze. Always, you run. A gasp, a fall, grey earth in your face, Tasting of all the pain you tried so hard to ignore, But you get back up quickly, A moment longer and time might sweep you away As it has swept away so many others, Those constantly falling behind Those who brave the jumps, The bullets, The cuts, The overdoses, The pain. Around again, spinning, shrieking, Up and down, forever and a day But still you gaze upon the quick way out, But no. Not yet. You hear a scream not far behind, Another one jumped, another one cut, Another one no longer enduring the pain of #life, But you don’t even turn your head, One day that might be you, But not this day. You’re no longer as fast as you once were, Your bones creak with each familiar movement, Your bones scream with the agony of days long past And the days yet to come. Your hair is now as grey as the empty soil you kept falling to, The earth you keep falling to, Less people race around you now, They’re all long gone; They took the easy way out. You’re one of the last left. You take your final glance at the exit This time you don’t talk yourself out of taking it. You fall through. You’re no longer a part of the rollercoaster, The everlasting race of existence, The maze. The maze of reality. You are gone, with the others, A little bit more of that grey and unkind soil. A little bit more dust for someone else to fall to, A little bit more dust to never get up from.