By: Patrice Caldwell
Click, clack, click, clack these are the sounds of the maze.
Giggle, gaggle, giggle, gaggle, these are the sounds of the maze.
Beware the maze, the old man said to his children one sunny day:
It will lure you, then it will trap you
taking your soul away.
But why, Papa his young girl said
tell us more, we do not understand.
And try as he might he could never make them understand
the danger of the maze.
You see the maze is something that every one, one day, must tackle
For some the maze is scattered with flowers;
flowers and jewels and maybe a map or two
And for others the maze has prickers and thorns
and beasts at every turn.
But regardless of how gilded the maze might seem
one would do well to remember that in the end
the maze is still the maze.
I would tell you, my child, to beware the maze,
as the old man told his children,
one sunny, sunny day.
But futile it would be
for in the end the maze always wins;
luring in every bright eyed boy and girl
in search of the riches their dreams have held.
Yet they would be wise to never forget
that every maze, no matter its appearance,
needs mice to run in search of cheese.
So instead, my love, I will just say this:
When it is your turn to enter the maze
remember to do this one thing:
Take in some items to leave within
so that one day, when you are tired but not yet broken,
like Hansel and Gretel or Theseus and the Minotaur
you too may come home safe but maybe not so sound
to tell your children of the dangers of the maze.
And one day,