Perturbed he is, by this maze in his mind
His thoughts wrap around him like chains; drag him behind
He’s thirsty for repose, but his soul is parched
He’s all alone, and tired too, but ego still remains
He’ll always say he’s doing fine, such nonchalance he feigns.
I know it’s getting harder, the dark clouds have now dawned
He doesn’t realize the maze is an illusion; His mind has him conned.
If I don’t say I’ll walk with him, I’m scared he won’t walk at all.
I can’t have him accepting defeat, I can’t have him crawl.
It reminds me of my own maze; It bleeds of my memories.
I’m almost out but I’d go back in, if it meant I could bring him out with me.
I can see a path around his maze, but one that is long and drudging
It requires unraveling every turn, and everything he’s overlooking
Once he lets me take him through it, he will see just how easy
The bigger maze, life, becomes; one that’s vibrant and breezy.
I know he’s looking for some company, a place to vent and run free
It’s a savage world out there and I hate that he didn’t ask me.
I will intrude anyway, I promised I’d always be there
He keeps forgetting, but I don’t mind reminding him that I care.