A tangled hedge maze of unyielding clouds,
Mythical bolls of pure white cotton,
Stretching beyond the horizon, shrouds
The earth in a blanket of memories long forgotten.

Twists and turns, around dark corners, down long pathways,
Ever reaching, ever searching, ever lagging behind.
Lost in the endless gray-blue haze,
Ears to sound deaf, eyes to light blind.

Seeking answers where there are none.
Maps with no roads, no landmarks, no exits.
Final turn to a corridor unfolding, praying the pursuit is almost done,
A closed door to the outside, to answers, if you only open it.

Mysteries to be revealed.