too many directions,
not enough focus,
the biggest maze you could ever imagine,
with no certain exits
(but is it ever really guaranteed?) ,
narrow walls,
low ceiling,
dim light -
no, no light at all
still, you can make out the shape of your hands,
crawling across the walls,
hold your breath,
take a step,
you're only lost if you think you are.
mind and body must remain separate,
but they must not forget about one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lay down a spool of string, that's what they did in greek mythology. Just be ready for the minotaur. Oh...wait, good poem, you made me think I was in a maze.