A world of signs
With no goal in mind
Nowhere to go
Yet still left behind
Wandering a maze
Where, though walls are defined
The shape that they form
Is all mine to decide
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A world of signs
With no goal in mind
Nowhere to go
Yet still left behind
Wandering a maze
Where, though walls are defined
The shape that they form
Is all mine to decide