Writer’s Block Maze

Staring into the maw of writer’s block again
Feeling the falling farther down the fleeting depths
Facades appearing and disappearing behind mirrored walls
Boom! Hit the glass and turn around
Boom! Hit another and turn around again
Boom! Hitting yet another dead end
Stop and take stock for just a moment
What differs from the others
Marking a clear path never seemed so hard
Still spinning that wheel to get to the cheese
Caught up in a place where you stand stock still
Hoping to win that marathon on sheer determination
But that’s not the way things work
Not one thing works that way