My Life In The Labyrinth Poem by Raj Dronamraju

When I was a little kid inspired by Greek mythology
I built a maze out of old boxes in the house my parents were renting
My dog and I would crawl through the boxes connected together with holes cut out

Now I weave through traffic in intestine like streets
Looking for a clear path, looking for clarity in my path
Hoping to know where I should be going
And maybe even how to go there

She is maze without breadcrumbs
She is brilliance without interpretation
Bad decade on the run, she is the object that gradually gets closer with approach

If you saw where we came from
Would not mind being a bit lost
This supermarket is too big
I have to stop and ask a grocery clerk where things are

This exterior consciousness is too big and pitted with obstacles
I would like to scream "nothing will hold me back"
But hollow boasts bounce back, a series of convoluted echoes