Maze

Life grows as a maze around us,
With more beauty round each corner.

But we wonder but where it leads —
As wherever we are cannot be it.

When we've covered each passage,
We still don't know what they're all for.
They each either just keep going,
Or all of a sudden come to their end.
It's as if it's trying to mislead us,

From wherever it's trying to lead us!

But all the time we're searching,
We never know what we're looking for.
We try to make head or tails of a circle,

Of a world with no beginning or end.