Labyrinth

Sinking, swimming
My thoughts are way too complex
For me to comprehend

Dreaming, dying
My friends are helpless and
Deeply in distress

Catching, calling
The words of advice resound
Clearly in my head

Thinking, touching
The physical touch is more
Important than anything else

I am falling from the labyrinth
Holding me up against
The strong winds

Of selfish reasons I
Ignore my friends, inwardly
Hoping that all will turn out well

The labyrinth of my dreams are
Tearing me apart with
Razor-sharp teeth

Learning, letting
Go of all that is bad and
Too impure to touch

The mess shall be cleared
Someday, sooner or later
My world will be clean.