Artistic Conception

The earth is harder than I thought, Every step, every breath—just a test I never sought. They say I'm on earth, but it feels like a cage, A maze with no end, trapped in a never-ending page.

I clawed at the walls, cursed at the sky, Begged for a reason, asked why just to die. But now I see—it was never meant to be fair, Life is a cycle, a void dressed in air.

No meaning, no mercy, just a game we obey, And I play my part—fade, break, decay. I don't walk this maze-i am it.