Lost In A Labyrinth
Below the shadow of the castle lays a high-hedged maze that invites me to step in. With each leap, its green manicured walls grow narrow and longer enticing a chase down a labyrinth I can't refuse.
Dead ends, new openings, sunken garden dens, and illusions of direction – I catch glimpses of tea party characters tumbling over their dresses as they dash for the same escape that I am.
Weighed down by dream state, my steps bear no weight nor resolution. Perhaps I'll stay lost for a while, the path to the unknown has always been my favourite.
