Maze

Stuck are we in a maze?The ways we try, all go to waste.To rise up, it's in our veins.But the cluttered mind cuts to haze.

Not wanting to say, we find it hard to face.But isn't it true, the evil in us gets our gaze?The light seemed to dim, all our fakes,which we kept glowing, through our faith.

Fluttering around the milky way like Halley's comet,back to the point from where it began.Is it the maze where we began?