Finish These Mazes: A Poem
Are we just running in circles stricken with indecision?
Or are what we after just wrong choices with minute precision?
Is there a target in the middle worth our finding?
Or is it something that's chained our souls, quite binding?
Dreams evade us when we are fully awake,
But in our sleep, they stir, they burst, and they quake,
A lonely star brings comfort and light,
As we lay in our dark mind's perilous night,
Our eyes bloom like roses but there's always the thorns,
Our heart is still breathing, but there's still the regrets and forlorns,
Ever longing like the desperate, oceanic waves,
Endless depths filled with desires of beauty and grace,
Earth is our house, but we've heard of somewhere better still,
A place of forever satisfaction, seeing eternal love, and dwelling in God's perfect will.
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