From The Lab

Lost To Myself

Now that they have all left,
All those ears, all those mouths,
All of their opinions,
All those fears, all those doubts,
I can finally see,
Partially through the haze
Of dark, inner shadows
Reflecting off the maze.
The labyrinth of thought,
With all it's twists and turns,
Where logic grows backwards
And every synapse burns.
Here, within the anguish
Of tragi-comic scenes,
Hiding behind tall walls,
Are fading, tired dreams;
Tired of being chased,
Leading their pursuers
Deeper into the dark,
Then losing their allure.