If you’re trying to find the exit, there is none

If you’re seeking any roads, there are none

No stop signs, no marked lanes

No set rules

Electricity is sporadic, with lights coming on at odd times

Then winking out just as fast

Leaving entire corridors dark and abandoned for hours

Or eternity

Bridges connect light to dark, happiness to sadness

They connect, they sever

They crumble, they fall

They vanish

Up is down and left is right

And logic is its own thing

While reason is what you make of it

But purpose doesn’t exist

Don’t try to win here

Stop looking for that exit

You’re bound to fail as I have

At navigating my brain