Gotta get out of this maze

At each turn, another mirthful slight. Go deeper, and the dismissive chuckles only echo a little longer. Gotta get out of this maze. But how? Too late to swear off maze running now. I’m already down here. Madness seems the inescapable¬†option.

Or what about this door marked, “Forgive”? Please. Anything but that. And wasn’t it you, forgiveness, that started me on this foolish descent?

Fine. Madness will have to wait another day.