A maze goes round and round.
Twisting this way and that
Not ever knowing where your at.
You've lost the way..
And there are no signs
To lead you to the end.
My friend almost got lost
Forever.. in it once,
But she found her way back
Using the stars' light
To shine her way through.
She reached her place
But it was too late.
Time had gone by too fast
No one was there to meet her.
Everyone left, thinking she was dead.
Alas, what kind of a maze this could be?
Surely you'd think "why any maze, really."
But this was no ordinary maze...
It was her maze.
Oh yeah, we each have our own personal
Labyrinths, each more different and troublesome
Than the next. Yet what kind of maze is this
That binds us so? Why, the mind, of course.
The mind is a trickster, it is.
It can make you believe in
Anything you want. It can
Make you play games you've
Never played before, to the point
Where their so addictive you just
Want more. But be careful.. if you
Lose your way, you may never come back.
Look inside your soul,
Wherein truth lies.
You may never lose your way
If you just look inside.