Barren and dry my route,
Filled with a mirage called happiness,
Nearer and nearer I go, fainter and fainter it turns...
No end nor dead-end in sight,
But for the horizon seeming far far away...
The more I plod, the distant it appears,
Yet...tiredness venting to optimism, keeps me pushing...
Open labyrinth, my life...
Every sandstorm changing the way, the future presents itself...
I can't envision, nor can I envisage...
My role just restricted to enacting,
Choices - available yet restricted,
I crib, I rant...but yet I just end up carrying on!!
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