Monday, August 28, 2006
--Maze--
Out on it's own isolated fields it sits,
There, right there it sits under the moon,
Day and night it sits, awaiting.
For a person.
The person who is brave enough,
To venture into it's depths.
But this maze is merely wasting it's time.
There exists only two types of mazes,
That people enter.
Mazes that contain something of value at its heart,
And mazes that have an exit at the other end.
People only enter mazes for two purposes,
To acquire what's kept in its heart,
Or to get thought to the other side.
So what becomes of this maze?
That which has the unknown lurking its depths,
That which has neither an exit,
Nor something of value at its heart.
Thus its existence is questioned,
For what purpose does it serve?
A maze which no one enters,
A maze that consumes much needed space.
I guess that's a question I'll have to answer....
Then again, i ask myself:
Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
What was it that froze a flame so wild?
Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
Or was it for the worse?
11:39 PM
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