Stuck in the game

Life sometimes,blissful,sad,happy,but mostly maintained into everyone,recreated by you,me and him,going to places nobody wants to be,this maze,this race back into the past,stuck by people who say they want to help you,but dont,seeing a path made up by emotions,not ready to be told,or never ready,telling her your not done,but her ears are stuck on 1,set of visions,straying away from me everyday,because,this is what cleaves,mother and father past existance,leaving me behind,in a dark corridor,looking straight again into last arcives,stuck in this pain,this maze,this game....