It is What It is What It is

 

We wander
these corridors gray
that all look the same

Like rats in a maze
continually bouncing off
blind corners
desperately seeking
a way out
of our mundane
stone crafted story line

Perhaps
the time has been reached
to close off permanently
the escape valve fantasy
and find elusive serenity
in acceptance
of this fruitless

to exit labyrinth

Or maybe

Just maybe

We collectively
can choose
to make a paradise
of this Hellish existence
and be grateful
we at least have each other
in our shared struggles
trapped within

this universe of unyielding walls

Perception after all
being the useful pliable
happiness commodity
that it has always been