Mastering the Labyrinth

Inside this labyrinth, I stand lost and alone--

The coldness frightens me and leads me to wander amongst the lost,

Oh! How they moan...

I run faster so as to pass them, yet one grabs ahold of me and pleads--

Though, I am not yet a Shepherd, nor am I a drone...

So I shake free! And keep running despite the bleeds...

So, what is this labyrinth of the damned?

In which we are caught and cast into its dark?

THAT I can now tell you, for my thoughts now are manned.

For I am done running. Done chasing down the Ark.

The labyrinth IS suffering. Our every soul is jammed.

Yet we try to escape it--an attempt to leave behind no mark.

So how does one escape this labyrinth that I speak of?

This question is harder than the entrapment or the journey.

This mountain of a question, you will never reach the peak of--

Until the end of your days embrace you--

And in that, what's the hurry?