A Labyrinth with No Center

Leave well enough alone To you too And to you too Then I drain into sleep There are few that in whom I'd confide So I'll try my hand at being weightless I'll come to and continue to get by No outlet, I guess So then forward And incomplete At best at peace At rest at least Patterns and habits I live inside them now I hope to trap myself in a museum piece Admired in a flattering light and at night left be Finding something in no answers A labyrinth with no center Forge my way to some other side Where I assume it'll be weightless Weight announces itself as a new surprise That I know I should have seen coming Stretching out until something tears Like chewing sand or swallowing hair And your best foot Then met with ambivalence Resounding and with flip ignorance But I live here now Then acceptance of what I choose and its place in nowhere Unearthing what might have no use My new position and place of residence