Unchallenged

· poetry

I find my way through mazes You could say I’m amazing at mazes Mazes with tricky turns and illusions Ones that attempt to overwhelm you with confusion

Mazes with rules that I break Like the ones lined with hedges where I just push through and cut across Ancient ones with poison darts triggered by a foot on a stone Darts that put you in a daze I navigate these unfazed

I just stumble along and find my way Sometimes I run with purpose Sometimes I pretend to be lost just to prolong the challenge. Sometimes I take all day

Dead-ends are good places to take a nap When I wake I just yawn and move on Its just another problem to solve Another game in which I refuse to be the pawn

Mazes are a series of choices with a purpose Simple and pure A means to an end with degrees of difficulty But finite nonetheless

I ponder the infinite and surreal I study the impossible and bizarre I am fascinated by the intangible To me, the real and mundane is no big deal

JArtB

SATURDAY, 25 DECEMBER 2021

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