As a maze is to the eye, I am to all. Winding and wearing, my walls impossibly tall. Here, turns are the
Words
and dead ends the Actions. Spirals are the days, and red herrings, my                                                                  ­                                                 Attractions.                                                                  ­                                                                 ­                      With each
                                                            ­                                                         Who dare
                                                            ­                                                  Enter,
        ­                                                                 ­                   Two Paths
                                                           ­                  They All
                                                             ­   Choose.
                                       One abandons
                       All Hope
   The Other,
Nothing
To Lose.
But none have made the journey,
                                     none to the
                                            core.
              For all who enter,
                                           leave and say
           "no more! no more!"
                     Here I have planted this garden that others accuse a maze.
                                                                ­                                                  A beautiful           creation covered by haze. But all that is seen is monstrous,
                                                          a trick of the daze.
Months and years at the center have been all of my stays.
Here I will watch and wait for the One who makes it, and is amazed.
                                                                ­                                              By all I have built, all I have dreamed and every aspiration and desperation has seemed
                                    to build this
                                                             wonderful,
                                                              wandering
                                                                ­  place.
                                                  You who hear my case,
                                              I invite you to take that space.
              Be the One who makes it, leave all others to be commonplace.