affection

My life is locked in a patterned sequence of paths,

bizarrely crisscrossed, as in a maze,

where I'm crazily thrashing around by trial and error,

experimentally to discover the correct exit.

The next task must surely be to seek

a technique for living, given over to the goal

of wholesale problem-solution. If unattainable,

it's plain I'll never find my peace of mind.

I'm inclined to keep moving on an inner quest

for the best available logic for a concept of progress,

knowing how the great danger is to get lost

in impossible repetitions of the same behaviour.

Or might there be some chance to break the track,

and watch the vicious circle start to crack?