The Maze

A wall confronts me

It is moist and full of moss

Must be forty feet tall

I am confused, I turn around.

The side walls are just as tall

I accelerate my walk

The path has no end

I can’t find the way out.

My mind wonders

how did I get here?

I reach another wall, there’s a crossroad

I have been here before or maybe not

Left, I should go left

Last time I went right or maybe not

I can’t make up my mind

What does this mean?

I continue, is this wall taller?

The stones look at me

But they are all the same

The dew smell is making me sick

My steps are getting tired

My body slugs through

I used to be sure on my walk

Why am I lost?

Only earth benith my feet

I see the daisy again,

Clinging to the wall

The damn daisy.

The damn sun,

A sweat drop slaloms down my face

I don’t bother to wipe it out

Another will take its place.

I haven’t been able to sleep

Why is there a single life?

The surreal medieval towers

Appeared as in a dream

Imposing they were calling me in

With an ageless appeal.

They were not there before

There was only the meadow

Where my life rested

And peace was in my mind

A small stroll, just a little taste,

It will be OK

What was this fortress doing in this space?

Life was fine, until I came to rest

Then the vision appeared.

Now, I can’t get out and

go back to my happy place.