The Maze
THE MAZE
I'm lost somewhere inside myself,
I'm pretty hard to find.
I got caught up in my crazy life ,
when I lost my freaking mind.
I retreated to a cold dark place,
it has no windows or doors.
but it has many walls just like a maze
it keeps me occupied for hours.
I like it here in the zone,
seeing only what I want to see.
A perfect place to hide away,
where none can get to me
Copyright © Cyndee Weir | Year Posted 2014
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