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Run, Run, Run.
Stop.
Wall.

Turn,
Run, Run, Run.
Stop.
Wall.

Impenetrable as steel newly cooled,
Like stone of mountain heart, old and firm as
Earths foundations,

Turn,
Run, Run, Run
Stop.
Wall.

Invisible, but to the naked mind,
Dressed in its own power, in its untold
Assumptions.

Turn,
No Way Out!
NO WAY OUT!

Here I die, but still I look,
Grasp at every apparent crack, every loose stone
Deceitful lies.

Stagger,
Wait, please Wait.
Wall.

Built of but ideas, it cannot hold,
Yet here I sit, in my dungeon made of thought;
a slave.

Death.
Yet even that assumptions hold,
And at the end I am still chained as at the first.
Held captive by my own mind.