When the sun goes down
And the world is worn,
All that is left is your labyrinth of notion.
It’s a maze,
You know it’s a maze,
Like the calm before a storm,
You think you’re unravelling it,
Only to realize you’ve entangled it further,
There is no other way but to explore it some more,
But for now let me just sit here,
Reminisce in its splendour.