The Maze

 

 


The maze lay in front of me 
 A dark blank covering the ground  
 Dark and forbidding it was  
 Causing many to turn around 
  
 But it was either succeed or die trying 
 For there was no backing out now 
 Every obstacle I had to overcome 
 To no change should I have to bow 
  
 I always knew this day would come  
 And yet it seemed so new  
 So many entered the maze 
 But those who succeeded were so few 

At each turn something will be lucking  
Some new hurdle will always wait  
 Ready to pull me its suffocating depths  
 And forced me to do what I hate  

 One false step could mean death or worse: failure  
 One wrong turn could mean my end  
 At the hand of whenever horror  
Lay in anticipation around the bend 

The maze that was life lay in front of me  
A dark blanket covering the ground  
 And then I knew I had to risk making the choices  
 And then I knew I could not turn around 

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