7The maze is his life,
The maze is his strife.
On and on it goes,
And always he follows.
Soulless.
Mindless.
No choices of his own.
Forever following where the turns lead.
Wandering forever,
Finding the end. an impossible endeavor.
No pain, no tears.
No hate, no fears.
Nothing but the lure of turns ahead.
Smooth stone walls, surrounding.
Winding, winding, always onward.
The object is the end.
No colors but gray,
No night and no day.
No happiness, no smiles.
Just those endless twisting miles.