Finding it hard to read between these abstract lines,  
Caught in a loop, seeking through blurred confines.  
Twisting paths, crooked ways, where meaning hides,  
Roundabouts that circle back, no guide provides.
Faces stare blankly, emotions concealed,  
Reactions elusive, nothing revealed.  
Must be dyslexic, tangled thoughts entwined,  
Struggling to decipher, to read between the lines.
Different strokes, varied views, each direction a test,  
Navigating this maze, feeling so oppressed.  
It's a game with no winners, no losers, just plight,  
Lost in confusion, no end in sight.
In a labyrinth of thought, I search and I yearn,  
Every twist a challenge, each corner a turn.  
With riddles for answers, no clear signs,  
I strive to understand, to read between the lines.