The Maze

I'm looking for a way out
Of this intricate maze
I'm afraid I don't have
the skills necessary
I am showing my age
My body and mind ache
And I'm often enraged
The music plays
Sometimes too loud
Sometimes too low
Inside my brain
Like a freight train
Thoughts and words go
Leaving no time
and no space
In this senseless race
Hopes and dreams
Packed in a suitcase
Wanting to believe
it's just a phase
Will I find the way
Out of this place?