Monday, March 22, 2010
Wandering In A 3-Feet Maze
I have reach a better height.
To see the whole field through..
The adventure were estimated fun,
Were legendary awesome,
were merely hearsay.
Its the path I thought I would enjoyed being lost,
that I thought it is fun to face dead ends,
that I thought it's made from roses but fake bouqet,
that I thought were the beauty of this trick.
I don't know where to go from here,
I can see the few paths- out,
I can see the few open fields,
I can see the maze growing lower..
But my feet are still on the ground,
Back & Forth on the familiar route,
Wondering the necessity to venture new hallways,
to enter new heights,
for there might be a greener field inside.