A/N: A sad, questioning piece from our fresh favourite Clara to her (totally) beloved. Eleven forever guys. Even after all this time. Always.
If we could only push these walls
apart, unfold the room the way
a child might take apart a box
and lay it flat upon the floor—
so many corners cleared at last!
Or else could rip away the roof
and stare down at the dirty rooms,
the hallways turning on themselves,
and understand at last their plan—
dark maze without a minotaur,
no monsters but ourselves.
Dana Gioia - Maze without a Minotaur
Clara
How long will you walk the glass-walled maze
Searching for transparency
Like it was some concept to be desired
Like it was some treasure to be found
How long will you tap on the door to darkness
Searching for indulgence
Like it was a temporary effect
Like it was a haven for all
How long will you deny the light
Searching for a silver lining
In a room full of clouds
In a room full of sun beams