The Maze Poem by Lisa Webster

too many directions,
not enough focus,
the biggest maze you could ever imagine,
with no certain exits
(but is it ever really guaranteed?) ,
narrow walls,
low ceiling,
dim light -
no, no light at all
still, you can make out the shape of your hands,
crawling across the walls,
hold your breath,
take a step,
you're only lost if you think you are.
mind and body must remain separate,
but they must not forget about one another.