Maze

Time will usher us to somewhere again

Wherever it may be, dissatisfaction can only be derived

Dissatisfied with time and space

I always quarrel with its algorithm

Only a wormhole can upset its equation

When the post-pandemic dilemma wreaks havoc

On my once perplexed identify by existentialism

And now, Time is in a loop

Trapped in the darkness of this abyss

Groping for a drop of light

It moves but darkness is everywhere

I can hear the groaning of the dissatisfied souls

With unnumbered agonies

And in this darkness no one can see others

Yet the pain can be felt

And in this Wasteland, no one is expecting a Godot