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

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.