The bright, broad earth dims to become
a labyrinth in which I walk
on feet that ache, grow numb,
and yet must feel the way I take.
Stumbling me on where I can't see,
step by step they make the road
I'm not quite sure is there. Unsure, unshod,
and slow, afraid to fall, I go
where all is now opaque
to me. Does the way lead out or in?
At the center, or the door, will I be free?
No choices left to make. I follow on
the maze whose gate and goal are mystery.