Once I became lost in a maze.

With no sense of a way out.

Or a way in.

My breath quickened.

The hedge grew taller.

The path narrowed.

I'd heard that you'd find your way through

if you follow the hedge to the right.

Or was it to the left.

I had entered the maze

--carelessly, I confess; naively, no less--

roused to discover its interior.

But wisdom beckoned me turn 'n' flee

from the hedges grown up 'round my soul.

When once I became lost in a maze.