Lost In Mazes Made Of Fire

Left and right.
Dodge the focus.
Eyes flit from task to task,
in tiny spirals of hopeless work.
Smash the pick-axe at the face,
the exhaustion in a race.
Standing still but moving quick.
Scribble mind.
Scribble thoughts.

Lost in many things to do.
Lost in mazes made of fire.
Need to rest,
to see the goal,
a destiny, a simple plan.
One single dream,
of man.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.