Of The Maze

Stepping into the night, a walk

might do me some good.

So much thinking goes on inside

the skull, hopefully adapted

over time this time, so as to not

crack under the

pressures

of

being tied into a knot by this

so called society

Did they lie to you like they lied to me?

Did you believe? We can only see what we can only see

Only be what we can only be

This skull, reinforced by brute force thought

Traveling through unraveling nights

Nameless creature of the maze