Every day is a maze
You don’t know where to go
Which road to take
What the end might show...
Might you be happy, might you die?
Might you leave all the pleasures behind?
Life’s a maze
Too many turns,
Too many provocations, too many heartburns,
It takes a toll on your peace den
You’d rather look away to begin again
You are the maze
You don’t go in a straight line
You twist and cross and preserve in brine
You stub a toe, yet on you go
You stop at the prize
And I say it’s mine!!!
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