Dizzyland

 
I walk through a labyrinth
of self-imposed walls
that keep me from my destination.
 
Confined by the notions  
that lead me astray,
leaving me walking in circles.
 
No guile have I
to find a way out,
no sextant to chart a new course.
 
I look for the prize
at the end of the maze,
and hope I'm not too badly shocked.