Tired of living in circles

He’s turned his home inside and out,

Pulled apart all the dressers

Upturned every mattress

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No trace of a persona

Of a brave light to strive for

Only flowery hedges

At the end of each path

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New fears stalk the alleys

Of his once crowded mind

Now each block is derelict

The home of whispers and schemes

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Around and around

He paces undone

Through the treacherous maze

He has forged from himself