Amazing Dream Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Late afternoon 
I'm homeward at a crawl.
I'm musing 
'What if I? ' or 
'What to do? '
TURN LEFT. 
How come?  
I thought I'd go right through.
And on each side 
the endless urban wall.
I watch the tail lights flash. 
Hear car horns sound. 
The traffic inches on. 
We all stop dead. 
'Well, if not this, then that' 
Eyes straight ahead.
Another LEFT?  
This isn't good. 
I can't turn round.
I clutch the wheel. 
I slump against the door. 
What? LEFT again?  
That means I'm heading back. 
'Life has to change.' 
I'm stuck here in the pack. 
TURN LEFT. 
I've seen that sign an hour before.
Once more to start again. 
Though in a daze
I know I trapped. 
Obsessives in a maze.