You crawl through an endless maze
Filled with smoke and mirrors, a dreadful haze.
Escape is what you seek, you crave
Yet the solution eludes at every turn.
Oh how for freedom you yearn
Yet truly, have you yet learned?
The maze is the mind, the patterns you set
The haze that obscures, is the world tinged with regret
For your choices have stayed the same still yet.
The same choices, the same mistakes
Over and over again, how many can you make?
How much pain can your soul take?
RedRavenPoems 
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