lost
and found
wandering
through every
memory that I had today
a-
maze
-d
at the power
of a lingering
scent
escaping in the birth
of a laugh
conceived in the
instantaneous joy
as the truths
I once knew
naked
unhindered by the falsetto
sounds emitted by
this melancholy world

the child in me
is found
and lost
wandering
through every
dream that I had today
a-
maze
-d
at the strength
of a passing
memory
encouraged in the death
of a dream
entombed in the
immortal sadness
as the lies
I now know
immodestly
altered by the subdued
sounds escaping from
my melancholy soul

Maze

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