Trapped in the labyrinth of his mind,
he goes mindless,
Strapped in his own space,
numbed by his own comfort zone,
mindless, he sits hapless.
And sounds of doors,
closing one after the other,
clamor through his empty mind.
clamor through his empty mind.
With each closing door sighs yet
another window of opportunity.
He wonders, where on the way,
at which turn in his journey
keys that had worked before,
keys that opened these very doors
at which turn in his journey
keys that had worked before,
keys that opened these very doors
turned useless.
In sheer restlessness he wonders,
if lost are the keys
or the lock got changed on him.
or the lock got changed on him.
Sounds like these,
thoughts like these,
keep creeping smoothly. steadily.
like the keys of a piano.
like the keys of a piano.
like the tick of a timepiece.
Only this one is out of tune.
Only this one is out of time.
Caught in the labyrinth of his own mind,
he sits mindless. hapless. wondering.
Only this one is out of time.
he sits mindless. hapless. wondering.