Solving The Maze

As life moves forward,

I wonder with grace,

how this maze ever came,

how I must move without any fame.

Without any sight, nor might,

I travel alone, where darkness looms.

I wonder how the walls came,

as children freedom was ours,

as adults the walls in between flowered.

Many more responsibilities to keep, 

many more promises to meet,

and many tears to weep.

As if a leaf in wind,

my thoughts flutter through mind.

I stand alone, unable to prone,

too afraid to cry,

wondering if there is even anyone to hear the sigh.

The other end claimed to have happiness,

those loving pictures and flowering smiles

but alas, it never seems to come.

In the infinite maze, we all walk,

and finally when time comes we tremble and fall,

realizing that the chase was not worth the walk.