Floundering
in the maze
Where the
rats run the race
The exits
slammed
The machine
programmed
The mind
jaded
Images faded
The
preoccupied mind
With no
elan, no confident smirk
To pinpoint,
to find
The corners
where the images lurk
Wanting to
recover, to rediscover
To uncover
the images, to make them hover
To give them
a lift, to keep them adrift
To stop them
from descending into a rift
A chasm
developed from just a little crack
Which
deepened as the mind stepped further back
The mind
finds an image that survived
Tries to
give its all to keep it in the proper light
But a
thousand lights arrive from far and wide
A delightful
sight becomes blindingly bright
The image
recedes in the riot of rays
Visions get
flushed by flashes and blinkers
The mind is
crazed in the midst of the glaze
But in some
corner, the image still lingers
