Caught in the maze.
Running desperately to find the way out.
There has to be some way to escape
this labyrinth of confusion.
I once caught the scent of freedom
as it wafted through the corridor.
I followed its elusive shadow,
only to find another quandary-
a shackle, cleaving me to this dark place.
I fear that one day I will gnaw off my own limb,
in my struggle to be free.