No.
You still don’t see me.
This web-way of mazes –
Changing constantly in my mind.
Old tricks,
Following left or right wall,
Don’t work here.
Even now;
Cannot control my nightmares,
Most nights.
We remain trapped in my subconscious:
Funhouse mirror reflections,
False places.
So my mask will remain.
So My Mask Will Remain.
