In neon hues, a maze unfolds, a labyrinth of light,
Where shadows dance in corners, veiling truth from sight.
A cog, so small, yet vital, winds through this vibrant plight,
A metaphor for life’s complex, ever-shifting fight.

Each turn a choice, a crossroad, in this fluorescent dream,
Where walls are high and paths deceive, not what they seem.
In brilliant blues and greens, the passages extreme,
Reflect the maze of daily life, a silent, glowing stream.

Through circuits lit and pathways bright, the cog endures its role,
A piece within a grander scheme, striving for its goal.
In neon corridors, it seeks to find its soul,
A journey through this vivid trap, to reach a hidden knoll.

For life’s a maze, a puzzle vast, with neon signs to guide,
Where we, like cogs, must navigate the twists and turns inside.
In every choice, a lesson learned, in every stride,
A step towards the light, where truth and dreams collide.

Behold this neon dungeon, a symbol, a machine,
A mirror to our journey, in hues of blue and green.
Where every cog, though small, is part of a larger scene,
Navigating life’s complex maze, vibrant and unseen.

DISCLAIMER: This poem was a test generated using AI to see what it could produce. I do not claim ownership or copyright on this post, but thought I would post it anyway because it seemed cool but knowing AI generation of text/images it is likely ripped off from someone else anyway.