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