The maze has so many corridors,

Corridors that carve endlessly, into forever.

Some loop around;

Others stay straight

And pull us toward unforeseen corridors

Some are short with easy light

But grow long,

Challenging us to get to the end.

Others intimidate us with their length

But offer side passages of golden light.

We can choose our path sometimes;

Other times the corridors cave in

And offer only one path.

When facing dead end, do we give up?

Or do we turn back into the dark maze?

Some choices make the path flat with light;

Others make it bumpy and dark.

Some even change where the maze ends,

The last twist or turn.

Suddenly a rock drops in our way,

And we must find another way.

Some the same place

Others much different

We must keep going

Until the corridors run out of rocks

The giant bull blocks our way

With his foul breath and bulging muscles

He sees us as his food.

Do we fight with our bare hands?

Or run away like cowards?

Could a blessing occur

And we get a sword

To fight the bull

We take different corridors

In the end they all get us out

But where do you get out?

A valley, a meadow, a desert

Some of the choices are yours.

Choose them wisely.