Moribund Maze

Moribund, walking through a maze.
Gazing at the rock walls.
Grey and dark, like the raining sky.
Heading for the centre, where another calls.
Not knowing why.

To see through another persons eyes,
is wonderful, and easy too.
Alas that other people can't
or won't imagine them as you.

I move to kiss a statue.
It pulls away.
I walk on through the maze,
to another similar day.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.