The Maze Poem by Winter Coulter

The Maze



Life is but a maze
You try to find the correct path
Yet you find sudden turns and random dead ends
The center is unknown to all
Yet all seek it out
There lies trouble
You run into dead ends and give up
Then you return and do it again
It is but an endless circle a never ending maze.

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Winter Coulter

Winter Coulter

Winnemucca, Nevada
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