Once more a darkening view
recaptures mentality's gaze.

Bringing jumbled recollections,
variegated images of the past.

Jaded memories parade and flit,
through a misty greying haze.

Resolutions somehow evade,
millions of questions asked.

Detour after lengthy detour,
perpetually lost within a maze.

Touring dead-ended paths yet again,
seems be my relentless task.

I am not constantly malcontent,
but at times my psyche is in malaise.

Really life's had many blessings,
why must I return here to bask?

To this cold darkened space where,
there is absolute lack of self praise.

A good person I have always tried be,
though at times I hide behind a mask.

Holding secret truths from most,
fearing all would surly appraise.

Hence I shall hide in the dark alone,
when attending Satan's masque.

Eagerly awaiting to make an escape,
to where only colorful memories laze.

Thanks to magnificent1rascal for catching some terrible mistakes, making corrections and sending back for me to approve. You rock Maggie Rascal.