This poem was written when all i heard on daily basis was of someone or the other dying. I saw what an impact someone’s death has on people around and the only parallel I could draw was that Life itself is nothing but a Labyrinth and all of us at some point decide to cross it with someone else by our sides but sooner or later we are left to take our own steps all alone, just the way it had started. It’s a poem of how we are all stuck in a labyrinth together and how some people find their way out sooner than others. Unlike most, some get to choose how they want to leave, how they want to end. Sometimes they become their own end and that is the loophole in the labyrinth. This poem is about how we are all stuck until our own ends.