We continue to travel through a maze that has no end,
Sometimes turning left or right but never going back,
Towards a goal we feel deep down inside,
But that our eyes have never met,
No amount of fatigue weighs heavily enough to slow us down,
As our footsteps echo off the walls of the labyrinth.
When the cacophony of the mundane hushes,
And the lights that overwhelm your eyes cease to be perceived,
And the mind is no longer burdened by its own creations,
You are welcomed by profound darkness,
Embraced by its serenity,
And soothed by the echoes that fade slowly into the distance,
The faint residue of a world left behind.