10. The Mind Labyrinth:

I found a lively swallow and decided to follow,

Down the steep hills and away from my sorrow,

And on my way a stranger said, excuse me, do you have a life I can borrow?

‘No’ I respond, with a shake of my head,

My thoughts are mainly colour coded red, I’ve made my bed,

For this road is as desolate as my tomorrow.

And like a thousand times before I tie my shoelace with-a-bow.

But some say not to worry,

Life isn’t a sprint, so you don’t need to hurry.

There’s a lot of room to grow,

There’s more for you, to show.

If only the next 60 years of my life wasn’t just a grind,

Or maybe I’m just trapped in my mind.