The corn field maze led me, or drew me

In different directions

It was only corn, and if I felt like it

I could have just cut through the stalks

But I stick to the maze, and go this way and that

I back track, I lose track of time, of names, of places

It is just a corn field maze

Designed to challenge me, to see if I will cheat, or

Keep trying, try to find the way around, if not out

I will keep trying because I know no other way

The way around this maze, made of something once alive like me

I could cheat, but less turns bring less possibilities

Around corners, less chance to make choices that might be good

To walk the maze without direction, without cheating

Maybe I will find my way

Loved it somehow we always to find are way

So many lines to embrace, so much to smile about ...Your thinking is "right" thinking...These lines I especially like, "less turns bring less possibilities" and "less chance to make choices that might be good" ... Keenly wrapped up in the colors of fall, your words deliver!

Thank you Leigh and others. it has been a bad few days. my poetry and videos have come under fire with social services and they are watching me for child endangerment because of disturbing content. i really cannot believe this. i have been sober for almost 6 months. i get to work on time. i keep the children fed and get her off to school. i have done nothing wrong. i write the truth.

omg I am so sorry I will be praying for you

thank you Pam <3