The sounds I hear are my sight
The rain falling lightly on the roof
The wind blowing with something to prove
The rain picks up and takes me away
To a world of dreams forgotten the next day
That's why I keep a journal of dreams
To catalogue my insanity to discover what it means
This journal I keep I have had for years
Since a child of seven with all of my fears
Written down,my mind in a hopeless fog
Groggy, waking amid troubled thoughts
One dream in particular stands out to me
It made me think often although thinking blindly
It always began with me in a room
No lights, no sounds, no hope I assumed
I was always looking from above down upon myself
I was crouched in the corner with blackness about
Although it was dark I could always see
The edges of the room stretched to infinity
Like looking into a box with only three sides
Seeing the emptiness with never-ending lines
The silence was broken with a booming whispered voice
"What were you thinking when you made that choice?"
Screaming in my head I could hear it clear
Softly deafening me I felt only fear
I tried to get away from the voice in my head
Running, trying to find the door, I sped
The walls began closing getting narrow very slowly
My dream's eye view encompassing it wholly
The dream's screen enlarged to show a picture
Of a maze, a labyrinth, with me in the center.
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