The endless canyons snake on and on,
by the never-ending lightning storm overhead.
Etched deep within these walls
are storm-blasted marks
of history and activity-
of existence itself, and the desire to pursue it.
The grey mound that houses this labyrinth
seems small and insignificant;
after all, it appears so commonly to us
that the majority constantly overlook it.
But those who peer into the maze ,
who lose themselves in its shadows
and its secrets,
They emerge mesmerized and
enthralled, desperate to lose themselves once more,
and to become one with this esoteric archive.