There's this one little feeling that's for'ver here;
I keep asking myself what does it mean.
S'it something to me that is really dear?
The truth within it is still yet unseen.

Whatever I do, wherever I am,
My troubled mind mulls on many wild thoughts.
Too many ruminations break my dam
This torrent that floods me cannot be stopped.

To escape this labyrinth I mustn't trip
Delving through the maze I push on ahead.
With perseverance will I transcend it,
By determination I lightly tread.

Ultimately, its walls I can't break free,
Forever, the sun's light, I'll never see.

01.20.08, 5.45 - 6.25pm.

(An English Sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter. Or so I think.)