Reflection

I find that I'm wasting
Most of my days
In an unthinking fog;
A deep mental haze.
Yet slowly I'm searching
For the multiple ways
That lead to the exit
of this tedious maze.
I hope it shall pass -
That it's just a phase.
Yet if it does not
And this feeling stays
I shall go quite mad
But that's the price that one pays
In search of the answers
To the questions we raise.