My labyrinth is a place I cannot find.
Could it be a place deep inside my mind?
It twists and turns like a coiled snake.
But yet this place feel that itís so fake.
I wish I could find this place of mine,
That I cannot find in a straight line.
That labyrinth is just like a hard maze,
Which makes me feel that Iím in a daze.
At the end, my treasure will be there.
And it will be something that I care.
I wonder what this strange thing could be?
Is it something thatís apart of me?
By: Erin Grams