life
a dark seemingly endless corridor
with dozens of doors
each door a different discovery
a different path
people rush in and out of these doors
none ever walk with you
this is a lonely voyage
the insanity is overwhelming
just a matter of time
it will devour you
only madness is left
the colors
the patterns
the words
all a blur
a blur passing by quicker that you see
the corridor gone
the doors goone
the people gone
all that is left is darkness