A poem....

We are entranced in a world where life is a maze,

Where the joys of pain make us cry and then smile,

Where even the coldest of cold gives us the warmest sensation deep down,

Where the happiest most defining moment in one’s life can instantly crumble

We live a life that involves much confusion.

 

Where wrong is right and right becomes the ultimate wrong,

Sensitized to the pigments of this maze,

Consumed to the only things which appear visible,

Diverted down a path that is apparent to be paved,

Ending at a destination that only contained broken stones.

 

Yes, this is confusion at its grandest, finest time,

When you look left and your left becomes your right,

And your right becomes something totally backwards,

Which direction do you go?

I think the answer to this question is which direction shouldn’t you go,

See, taken a path that’s not less traveled but taken a path that is not traveled at all,

Is where the most confused person, facing the most trying times, will emerge,

Will have experienced, struggled and cultivated these struggles into a creative tandem,

Of knowledge and self enlightenment,

This ones maze now becomes becomes anothers route,

To either follow, hop skip or invent.

 

The option is left to you and where you want you ending to begin