The mind is a never ending maze,
at each turn is an infinite different new paths                                                            ­                a decision
sometimes you are walking on cool, green grass                                            warm feelings, often love
other times, on blazing hot coals                                                            ­                                            anger
maybe a long passageway must be crossed on a tightrope                                          overcoming fear
or your feet on solid stone                                                            ­                                         security, trust

Eventually, the maze will dissolve,
and there will be no more passageways to walk
or turns to make                                                             ­                                                                 ­        *death