WOW!
A maze. I can't see the end,
past the greed,
the hate.
Too thick
Push is aside.
I tried but it comes
back into my face.
It hurts.
I know.
What can I do?
Kill it.
But murder is against
the law.
Become friends
What about my morals?
Do they matter?
I hope so.
I think I'll push on.
Maybe I'll make my
way through.
Find my way to
the finish.
You're weak
Push on...
You've no
endurance.
Push hard...
You've no
strength.
Push passed...
There's still
more.
I'll find the end.
Or it will
find you.
Unlikely.
Probable.
But does it
matter?
To me it does.
And to my fate.
Reason for writing:
This was written just to express my frustration one day.
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