Day or night, when I walk
Down these halls, they feel so
Long and incoherent, like a
Maze, but with the doors all locked.

Searching for the key would
Take a lifetime. They might be
Here, with me, but so far
I have found nothing but sullenness.

I was reborn as a child, again
I lived through the times,
That made me who I am.
Yet, I want this cycle to end.

The future stands before me,
Far away from my intentional eyes.
I used to feel the cold wind hug me,
Embrace me, but it's all gone now.

Despite the fact, I'm in a serene place,
I feel somewhat displaced, lost,
Somewhat dissatisfied and distressed.
I want this cycle to end, forcefully.

I cycle on, a single wheel to balance,
The breaks are broken, I'm going on
And I am feeling the loss of control
As I'm going down the disastrous hill.