Maze: A Poem

Garden maze in France
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I always take the same turns and round the same corners,

Could be I'm predictable or maybe just a little boring,


Always waiting for today to be yesterday,

And tomorrow's forever out of reach,

Are the road blocks there to halt me,

Or am I just taking the wrong street?


I always take the same turn and round the same corners,

Could be I'm predictable or maybe just a little...


Here I am again waiting on someone to help me escape,

Or should I keep solitude as my faithful guide?

Light eludes me, truth is too fast, they bend and hide,

Is there an ending or a new beginning?

Am I losing ground or am I close to winning?


I always take the same turns and round the same corners,

Could be I'm predictable or maybe just a little boring.




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Jodah 6 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

This is a wonderful poem, Erin. Life often feels like a maze and that we keep making the same mistakes and just going around in circles.


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Ebower 6 weeks ago from Georgia Author

Jodah: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this. :)


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btrbell 6 weeks ago from Mesa, AZ

And maybe just a little safe? Sometimes I think we do the same things because we can predict the outcome. Thought provoking poem. Thank you!


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Ebower 6 weeks ago from Georgia Author

btrbell: Good point! Thanks for the insight!

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