awful expectations; or, the general future

how long do I have to wait to get out of this awful labyrinth? I can see the end over there, around the corner, but I cannot judge its distance. I guess my perception's been a bit skewed by the indiscernible present, so I just have to wait out this awful fog so that things clear up and I can see the end. maybe I can see the end, and it's like I just have to wait until I get to it, but I don't know how long I have to wait, and I'm scared, and to be honest I don't even know what's on the other side of the labyrinth, because this whole metaphor is, in the end, some kind of desperate hope that there is indeed a light at the end, and not a more awful and wicked maze, and then I'll just be waiting again, and my whole life will be waiting to get out of the goddamn labyrinths, and eventually I'll die and be like, "fuck this, not another labyrinth" — posthumously, of course, it's not like I'd be pissed enough at the labyrinth to die. I'm a little better than that.