I am in the middle of a great maze.
The dark hedges around me reach to the sky
And obscure my view of the maze.
I’m without a map or instructions
Nor do I know where I’m heading.
I can only go forward.
The world is silent and hostile,
But for the whispering leaves.
As I reach a fork in my pathway
I can almost hear the words they say.
They whisper directions into my ears
What else can I do but follow?
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