the maze of my mind

who am i to be
when my mothers' sweet embrace
is known only
as a feeling that I chase

how am i to stay
when there is no way to set my fate
never an exception
never will i initiate 

in mazes of utmost greenery
the roses are lost
not where they ought to be

petrified looking forward
chaos ensues behind
like the gravity keeping you down
remember this moment

the one 
before your feet 
left 
the 
ground

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