Monotony of life.
In the confines of a maze
is how I have spent the brunt of my days.
This turn and that, seemingly the same.
Am I responsible for this lot, or could it just be a game?
I keep going in circles
only to end up where I started.
Never accomplishing my intent,
though I press on whole-hearted.
I ask myself if this could be a test,
or is each attempt made in jest?
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