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Me Maze


I am a Maze I raise the walls To block the treasure; My most prized possession. Many want it, But only one can have it If you try, I warn you, Be careful; I am more complex, With every step. Forever changing, To no extent. The walls will move; Some will rise, Some will fall, Move ahead Or go behind, So, Keep up. There will be obstacles, Try to pass them, Cause, If you misstep, You’ll sure regret For you’ll be lost forever. In a world of no content, Between a rock And a hard place. Still want to play? I suggest, Following the path, If encountered with a dead end, Turn back and try again. Do not try cutting through, For, There will no longer be a you. If you sincerely want the gem, You must adapt, And become one With the labyrinth, With the crazy twists and turns, Hills and valleys, Suns and moons. And soon, You‘ll find your way You’ll find the center. A place more beautiful, And yet more terrifying, Than you ever imagined. But if it’s you, You’ll find your pain, Be recompensed. Whoever succeeds, Shall be called an artist, For it is truly an art To get to my heart.
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