In these inane labyrinthine games
I lost my dear soul somewhere
A brooding frame only remains
Weary of competing forever
Very unlike my beaming face
My soul looks gloomy and shaded
Got strayed in this golden maze
It’s shamed, bruised and stark naked
To attain that starry rainbow
I dissolved myself in the toil
Virtues died; morals departed long ago
Though, I did achieve the tangible pile
Now, a hollow body wails and mourns
I don’t see my soul, even light or morning dew
Only more bodies on more pile-thrones
Should I search alone or have these awakened too?
