Alleys. A poem.

Wandered the back alleys of my mind
To this dead end, I arrived
Mystified how I lost my way
And wondering how I’d get out again

Labyrinths are vast and ill-defined
Bewildering, confusing, by design
And none provide a straight road home
Just when you know you need it most

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