Man made, masonry maze
So distant from our base
Open heart and an hourly haze
An everchanging face

Years would take to see each square
And elsewhere are our years 
One could be a long affair
Rest stay behind the ears

Or perhaps with perfect planning
Not all but many fit
Squinted eyes and vision panning
A few could see you sit

Wonder where to place the blame
The picker of our lense
The pivoter of our plump frames
The causer of our cleanse

When one can leave me oh so glued
Inspired yet disheartened
Consumed and due now to exclude
The others i've left darkened

Before this one was such a prize
T'was nowhere in my mind
Now will stay and advertise
The prizes left behind

Unmitigated, apt, age-old plight
The bitter after taste
Make hours where we mask our sight
Seem like only waste

Catching myself on this thought train
Amused I move to recover
The minutes I spent to complain
Could be spent on something other