There it is, there you must go.
Where should I start where should I go.
Is there a way , I do not know how.
I walk all the aisles and do not know where I am.
Me heart is longing for an end of what I do not know.
I keep walking and hope.
Hoping to find what I seek.
Everything seems on one another and I do not know what.
I turn right and then left.
I walk down the hallway and crash at the end and should be returned.
Return to the opening where I go back in and my heart pounding.
Go I now know where , what I feel strange.
All similar to each other.
I now let me cheat and fib to me.
Then is the end in sight.
And this is the end of my poem.
Life is a maze.
But try to learn from all mistakes.
And the right way to go and be honest.
For a delicious and good life.