A Muse in my Void of Insanity I traverse the caverns of my vast subterranean mind. I am searching. Looking for clues to the latest puzzle that toys with my brain. Although I have been here many times before, each time I have left I am no more accustomed to the code of this paradox than that of when I came. The options before me seem new but if I do recognize a path and decide to take it I am only led back to the very beginning of the complex maze. I take my chances on a way, alone. I walk with shadows that swirl around me, strange shapes that appear on the walls to test my nerves. I hear whispers in the darkness that play to mock me, taunting me to turn away. I find a way to put them out of my mind but they once again return wearing cloaks of a familiar voices, trying to trick me into calling off my search. I stop to take a deep breathe and remind myself that this is my world, my path. They are merely impostors, as their heckles fade in and out of the wind. I walk through the tunnels for hours, days, with no form of respite. I feel no further forward than I am back and a solemn mist blankets the flame of my zealous heart. The darkness begins to wear on me and I search the deepest trails of my resolve to find a light that may guide me along my way. I chance upon a passage with a faint glow at its end and like the kind hand of a stranger to a lonely man, my spirits are ignited. As I move closer, the deterring voices, those that are always there, get louder, coming at me like a stampede from all directions. This time I am less affected by the disheartening words as the gentle light flickers in the distance. Slowly the noise disperses and I hear a sweet melody behind those, now muffled, voices of doubt. I reach the end of the path, the shining light is warm on my face. At the end of the tunnel is a doorway and I am standing at the threshold of a whole new world. I smile and gaze fondly at the promise of this new inspiration. I have not set foot in this realm yet but somehow, strangely, I feel like I am home. For I have walked many miles and fought off those swindlers of doubt. I accept this as simply the process, in finding a muse in my void of insanity.