Poem - Mirror Maze

How much further do I have to go?
How long is it going to take?
How long have I been here?

Have I eaten?
Have I taken my medicines?
Have I cleaned my room?

When did I last talk to someone?
When did I last even see anyone?
When did I last sleep?

Sleep... I think I need to sleep.

When I wake up,
The world seems infinite plane
of infinite paths and possibilities.

But every other step leads to a dead end.

Still I stumble onward-
tired, confused, disoriented
and wary of the invisible obstacles,
but holding on to the hope,
that the next path isn't a dead end.
Only to walk into another mirror
Of the great mirror maze I am in.

Sometimes I wonder
whether there really is any path
that leads anywhere.
But I tell myself
"You need to push on!
Hold onto hope!
That is how you got this far,
how you got till here,
and that is how you will reach your destination"

Then I pause for a second,
Wait... How did I end up here?
Where am I even trying to go?

How much further do I have to go?
How long is it going to take?
How long have I been here?