The Labyrinth

We’re born here. Children with dreams. Small steps. Battles that are not ours, battles of whites and blacks.
There is no right or wrong, it is a lifeline and perspectives. How can we know?
Later we build walls, separating us from them, us from life flow, us from us.
We are footsteps of yesterdays. Disconnected.
When walls become doors…and the lifelines divide, maybe we connect again. Until then we chase other yesterdays.