In the middle of a muddled maze
Where the rules are out of kilter
Where no one knows or can suppose
To give bad news a soothing filter
We find ourselves in glints of light
In fragile states of passing through
Discovering how strange it is
If no one knows what’s next to do
So on we go with let’s pretend
Believing every going’s good
Down a narrow-minded corridor
Left with hopes misunderstood
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