we are all but rats in a maze
constantly searching for out of this place
the door is locked the deck is stacked
left or right you can never turn back
All we do all we see the maze is run
Then suddenly the end we see
The open our enemy we fear what we see
It is over eventual all we are free
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."