Labyrinth

What does it look like from the inside-

What is it that walls and windows hide?

What elemental demons lurk among 

The shadows farthest from the sun?

Is it icy cold there every day

Freezing the corners of your brain?

Or does it burn like funeral pyres

To keep out beggars, thieves and liars?

Is there a bitter wind that beats the walls

And whips into forgotten halls?

Or is it as silent as a dying breath-

So quiet that it seems like nothing's left?

Are there paths of cracking stone

In that labyrinth you walk alone?

Or is the ground just rolling sand

Slowly slipping from your hands?

I wish I was there to watch and see

All the colors that you breathe

It's true that I want nothing more

Than to own the key that opens the door

To whatever little room you call your own

When we all leave to go back home.

Demons, angels, they all live there too-

But remember they're lying to you.

What does it look like from the inside-

Is it just a coffin sealed by your pride?

Or is it really something else-

A part of you that wants my help?

What is it that walls and windows hide

Where your heart and thoughts collide?