Life is an Angry Maze

I used to like to trust man.

I used to, before,

and I did, once more.

I thought that men would keep

when you say keep and not give away

what are yours

because it’s mean

and it ruins relationships,

breaks things apart, and kills things that
cannot be brought back to life again.

Worst of all, people believe too much.

“Don’t ask; just believe.”

Anyone could tell that this

has been going on for years.

People believe

without asking

and sometimes without verifying if what they’ve heard

was the truth.

And then they sound off mindlessly,

aimlessly, looking toward

nothing so that nothing would

look back toward them,

and life after all is a crazy chase

after something too far to reach,

something too fast to capture,

and something too impossible to find.

It is a crazy search, too,

for something longed for

for so long…

so long that you can no longer recall how long

and you would eventually forget you had wanted it because it’s

just not always there to see.

Life is an angry maze where you

are in the maze and you

are the maze itself. It is a crazy

“looking-for-something” kind of game, and

you are in a maze that’s also within

yourself. You know what you want,

and you know where to find it.

You just have to get there

and figure out how you’re going to get there.