Labyrinth

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In the labyrinth of my thoughts, I wander,

A maze of uncertainty, twisting and turning,

Each corridor leading to a different question,

And every answer giving birth to more inquiries.

The walls, they close in, a suffocating embrace,

As I navigate the intricate passages of my mind.

I stumble upon memories, half-forgotten dreams,

And the echoes of decisions that haunt me still.

The path I tread is shrouded in shadows,

Illuminated only by the dim flicker of doubt.

I search for a beacon, a guiding star,

But the darkness obscures even the most familiar landmarks.

I've lost myself amidst the complexities,

Struggling to decipher the riddles that confront me.

The past and future converge in this labyrinth,

Leaving me adrift in a sea of what-ifs and maybes.

Yet, within this maze of confusion, I press on,

For I know that somewhere, amidst the chaos,

There lies a revelation, a moment of clarity,

A chance to find my way out of this labyrinthine quandary.

I embrace the uncertainty, for it is a part of life,

A testament to the intricate nature of existence.

And though I may feel lost in this labyrinth,

I remain hopeful that I will one day emerge into the light.


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