THE MAZE

I stumble though life, mostly -nay- always clueless 

Many metaphors come to mind , but none as apt as the Maze , 

A Maze with no design and no purpose , A maze that just is 

One day I was dropped in the middle of it ,and I have been stumbling through ever since 

I have met many people in the maze , some  full of purpose , many listless

Some claim to have solved the maze , some say it is futile even to try 

Some say it loops upon itself this maze , some say there is a definite end 

Some say the maze is evil , some say the maze is the punishment for being evil 

There was a time when I wanted to solve the maze , I was sure there was a solution

I was full of vim and vigor , so I would always run

I was so sure of myself , so I would take paths at will 

Then I started running into dead ends , so I slowed down 

I would walk sometimes and I would think carefully at every branch of the path 

I still was running into dead ends 

I sought help , I talked to people along the way , I asked for directions 

Some of them shrugged and walked away 

Some were friendly and pointed in various directions 

I found maps and I prayed on my knees for guidance 

There were moments of rare if false clarity ,

When I thought the entire maze was bathed in clear , heavenly light 

And I could see beyond the maze 

But I would still run into dead ends 

I am tired now and weary to the bone  

I neither run nor walk nor amble , I only stumble 

I was always clueless and now I am listless too 

I am not sure if I care anymore 

I take paths at will , because I think it doesn’t matter anymore 

I stop at will , and keep gawking at shiny objects along the way 

I still talk to other people , but never ask for directions now 

I still find maps along the way and I promptly tear them up 

I don’t remember the last time I prayed for guidance 

And I laugh at moments of clarity 

I stumble through the maze , hating it and yearning for a release