The Maze
© 2002 Mark Witters

'Round and  'round, we move madly in the maze.
Hearts are hard and minds are set ablaze.
Colliding with destiny, racing at blinding speed.
Suddenly ending with no one in the lead.

Twisting and turning through corridors of pain.
Tireless tedium challenges you to keep sane.
Ribbons of metaphors strewn thoughtlessly throught the hall,
Endless processional winding up the wall.

With that first step begins an infinite trip.
It will lead to somewhere,  even if you slip.
From floundering aimlessly toward a trgic end,
To complete realization right around the bend.