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