Cul-de-sac

In fixation’s dance, ensnared by threads we wreathe (一团糟),
Obsessed with minutiae, life’s panorama sieved.

Within this struggle, for light, we grope and yearn,
A battle with darkness, our sight to discern.

A spiral into void, a struggle to break free,
Unraveling life’s tapestry, to find what could be. What we
could be.

But in this journey’s heart, not solitary we roam, Faith, Hope, and Love (信望爱) guide us, a strength that’s shone.