Labyrinth

No one wants to say it,
at least not right away,
but it’s true — we’re lost.
Even if we found a map,
it doesn’t mean we’re not.
We live in a labyrinth —
a maze of halls and doors,
and on the walls are scenes:
a waterfall of tears,
the bloody maimed of wars,
the drone of huge machines.
Were the walls of time
erected by mistake?
Were they spoken into
being with a curse?
We tread the same routines.
Still, can you remember
when you started here?
Did you count the cost?
Will we ever see
when the end is near?
Will it come this year?
I don’t know — I’m lost,
though it doesn’t really matter —
I know the Overseer.
He whispers in my ear.