Mixed up floors

Twisted halls

Open doors

Inverted walls

Ceiling high

And ground not found

Twisted forward


A labyrinth

Of pure confusion

And I am locked

In this illusion

Chaos, madness


A skewed perspective

Nothing less

I walk the floors

And halls and stairs

And hope to find

Just anywhere

The door that will

Lead me back home

But until then

Here I roam.

A room with abstract


A complex mind's

Greatest conjecture

No sense, no truth

No answers yet.

But I will make sure

They're mine to get.