Marching marching
to nowhere
my torch cannot pierce the darkness
put out by those with hoses
what blind water
soon i am putting out fires myself.

marching marching
through the maze
which path to take?
which wall to scale?
which wall to bang my head against
repeatedly, yielding a hole of light
precious fresh air...
or just a headache?

emotions lie to me
thoughts are blind
instincts are flawed
where am i to turn but You?
sometimes you seem so far, I try to do it on my own.
i can. i must. let you.

running in circles
attacking the wall with a
karate chop-chop.
what am i expecting?
sure not my hand to defeat the wall?
yet i must still try right?

Fog
closing in
where am I going.