i have been
stumbling
through a maze
of unmarked
one way corridors
for as long
as i can remember
dutifully
chasing treasure
but only ever
finding enough
to barely survive
following the
dangling carrot on
the bouncing stick
that draws no closer
as the whip
strikes thick scars
driving me onward
until i am so
turned around
that there is
no hope that i
will ever see
the light again

yet still i
shuffle slowly
one foot
in front of
the other
trying hard
to ignore
my own footsteps
in the dust
knowing i have
been here before
the ball of yarn
long run out
leaving a tumble
of chaotic lines
a net of dreams
as i stumble
ever forward
towards my own
inevitable end
in this gods accursed
labyrinth of life