The Maze of Absurdity

Wandering in the maze of absurdity, All I feel is the echoes of my uncertainty. I move forward, step by step, little by little, cautious, curious. All I think about is being fearless, flawless, reckless, and that's when the maze slaps me with its greatness. "Look at the poor creature" the walls whisper, "He thinks moving or staying is going to differ. He roams and roams, searches for a meaning, and in the end, it's going to be him and his cries of grieving." I move backward, faster, more cautious, less curious. Now, I'm just shadowed by the clouds of my weakness, and that's when the maze slaps me again and tells me, "I'm endless". Wandering in the endless maze of absurdity, All I feel is the echoes of my uncertainty.