Below the shadow of the castle lays a high-hedged maze that  invites me to step in. With each leap, its green manicured walls  grow narrow and longer enticing a chase down a labyrinth I can't  refuse.

Dead ends, new openings, sunken garden dens, and illusions of  direction – I catch glimpses of tea party characters tumbling over  their dresses as they dash for the same escape that I am.

Weighed down by dream state, my steps bear no weight nor  resolution. Perhaps I'll stay lost for a while, the path to the  unknown has always been my favourite.