| �The Maze� Oh sweet, sweet holidays You take me out of the maze Where usually there�s hardly a way out Even when I shout At the top of my voice Trying to make as much noise To attract attention to me But no one seems to see How much that maze is killing me They say I am lucky For I will be able to get rid of that maze And it will all be over in a daze But how about the residual effects? How about those who are still there? And ain�t going nowhere? �Control Yourself� they say �Life is a game that you have to play� is the maze part of that game too? An obstacle to hinder you? For me, it is like a cage Which turns me into an image That I disdain And that I would never want to see again. Depressing I know. But please go on. |