Copyrighted@RobMason2012
As if an unwelcomed tourist
Feeling ensnared in a foreign land
With landscape unrecognizable
Around and around
My life in a circular motion
I am the rat in the maze
And my senses have failed me
Once there were wrong turns
Now directional is inconsequential
I remain out of sorts
Out of bounds
Running out of time
Yet always I am a runner
Collecting clues
Guessing at the riddles
My mind is always racing
Still my life presents idle
All for the whims of my masters
Ordered to dance and sing
Void of balance
Always singing out of tune
Still sometimes
I dream myself to sleep
Sometimes
I sing myself away
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