Through The Maze

Through the maze that weaves and turns;
To open corridors and dead-walls unknown.
Life weaves a pattern for us to follow;
Through levels for some are easier to conquer.
From the first breath to our last
We wonder through the maze we were given.
Hoping to find the finish sign;
Saying we have full filled our life to the fullest.

A Maze

The turn around the bend,
Seems to never end,
With every twist and turn,
That makes my head spin,
In many directions,
That I hope to see the bend
End soon, while I walk,
Through a maze that never ends.