i hear your voice but it’s distant
you and the others got through and i’m glad
i’m not sure how far behind i am but i’ll get there
this maze is so confusing, i’m sure i’ve been here before
sometimes i get a glimpse of you and the others
fleeting shapes in the night
you all seem happy and that makes me happy
it’s hard when the maze is thick and i can’t hear your voice
i don’t resent you rather i resent myself
the feeling that i’m just not good enough to work it all out
maybe this is a labyrinth just for me
i’ve lost track of time, i’ve lost track of you, i’ve lost track of the path onwards
‘endless possibilities’ they said
either way i can’t be the one that holds you back
i’ll keep working on this and i’ll see you on the other side
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Noah Douglas
Perpetually curious.
Journeyman of faith†
Runner, writer, marketer.
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