Friday, April 10, 2015

A mazed

15 children and I
All seemingly lost
As we find ourselves
In circles and twists
That hold our conscience
Without complaint or hesitation
Just as long as we stay between
Neat rows of rocks
Reminding us of paths
That could be taken,
have been taken, 
and those yet to be crossed
All colliding in that very same place. 


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