everyday it's 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 be scared to leave
life 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 braid
you 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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