The Maze
(by: Sev Meyer) 10/22/99
I doubletime,
Running toward and away.
The looming wall, mocking me,
Has volumns to say
About doubletiming.
I halftime,
Jogging toward a clearer goal.
But still the looming wall
Speaks in mocking tones
About jogging.
I peacefully walk,
Meandering at a laggards pace.
The wall looms still...
But now I see it’s gate,
And through it,
Noticing this and that,
I contentedly walk.
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