A self-molested, indecisive and confined life,
nebulously clustered hoard of thoughts and a gleaming prism like amorphous me
I am nowhere in the labyrinth,

iridescent blade of grass
evinces me a scattered photon of light on my pupil
I am untrue, it seems
and,
I am nowhere in the labyrinth.

unharmonious pampared souls orchestrating the dance of mystic
and calling me to an unknown sanguine smile
today perhaps the last day of my dilemma
tomorrow I may get a way
but now,
I am nowhere in the labyrinth