Labyrinth

The street crisscrossed by 3
You were in the rendezvous
Matter was of no blithe
Emphasized was the “ion of life”.

Attracting your sharp eyes
Seemingly inviting your explores,
You gaze the second lane for a while
An alert stride is a wise move you thought
And hurried the first step in that freeway.

The echo of each footstep sounded so distinct
It announced loud and clear
It shouldn’t be taken
It shouldn’t be woken
It had no empathy
It was entangled
It was cursed.
But wishing to fondle it
Feeling glad spotting it
You fictitiously hold yourself
Allowing to trick your own senses
Pacifying, it could not be real

Curiously embracing it is you
Toying around with it is you
Painting the lane red is you
All it could snatch is known to you
All it could fetch is labyrinth for you.