Cryptic thoughts

I'm lost in the crypts of my head,
where every door leads to ten more,
following the clues that have led
me deep into my minds core.
The mysteries are so complex,
what was simple is now confused.
I don't know which way to go next,
for all of my clues have been used.
Both up and down are now the same,
directions no longer make sense.
Life used to be a simple game,
but now its become so intense.
The twists and turns have intertwined,
and I've hit so many dead ends.
But I've lost what helped my path shine,
and lost many wonderful friends.
There aren't many more doors left now,
but the ones left are hard to find.
But once the last doors have been found,
It's treasures inside will be mine.
My treasure isnt gold or fame,
or power or greatness or stuff.
The treasure that i wish to tame
is the treasure of peace and love.