Get me outta this maze...
Never got out from the middle
roll my way around the grounds of riddles
put my hand to the wall and follow the stone
the first turn or two doesn't bother you
but they come
and they come
til your counts 101
and you're just not sure you made the right choice now.
every step- unsure
sickly turns, no cure
unsound.
And if I could guess-
under such distress?
You'd break down-
and though just departed,
right back where you started
Get me outta this maze
When your safety net has become a web
self doubt is what you're about
and in your head.
And when your mental trap has trapped your mind-
well, then where you are
is all left behind.
Get me outta this maze

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