The Maze

I lay , Frozen in my own creation - The Maze It is gawked at by passerbys Only to laugh and scrutinize. They undermine the hold of them on me Not one willing to stay and untangle the poisoned ivy parasitically preying They comment at my state And hand me empty maps Telling me how simple it is to evade Damned if I attempt to escape I resign to my demise Damned if I pray for a saviour I attempt to sew my own tears If only I was defined If only I had refined If only I hadn't mind If only I'd been blind Would the tangled vines remain intertwined? If I tear through will I survive? Or is it easier to stay docile? I'm the prisoner of my own mind Put on death row subjected to a perpetual decline, Was it my fate to become like this? Or was it a fault of mine? I fear I don't have enough time to decide For I'm next in line