Write My End
by Trey Campbell
And I want to reach out
To what lies beyond.
In this case alone
The grass is greener,
Or is it the glass
I peer out from?
I know what exists outside,
Yet I choose entrapment
Within these transparent walls.
My mind is a labyrinth
Without a solution
For I forge my own path
Breaking the rules
As I see necessary.
I am both Daedalus
The cunning artificer
And Theseus
Possessing blind bravery
So where are you, Ariadne
Icarus, Minotaur?
The story is not complete
Though we can adapt
For it is not their story
But our own.
What are you waiting for?
Write my end.
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