He thinks he has hidden from his past,
and everything the world knows about him.
He's in the corner, hiding from the labyrinth
he has created for himself - he's searching
for an exit, but cannot find it.
Fate is not so far behind him, smelling his tracks
through time. It crawls slowly, like a Minotaur.
Behind him he has left trails of his life,
like an invisible film tape.
It's a matter of time before he's cornered....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017