Someone dropped me in a maze, and since then I have been lost.
I believe my identity lies at the point of exit. However, I have spent many years in search of the place, and have yet to find it.
I hope that every turn I take, will lead to my destination, but I find that every turn I take, leads to my destruction.
I think I know who I am, but I am too afraid to open my wings and fly out.
I keep tracing my past steps, and remain lost in my past.
I need to move forward, not look back.
Because, by trying to find my identity in the past, I have failed to realize who I am now.
So today, I spread my wings.
by: Vaanmathy
Tags: Poetry/Art
