Dazed in a Maze

It wasn’t that I started,

It’s that I wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t that I tasted,

It’s that I made it a habit.

I allowed my desire to decide…

…and keep me from making up my mind.

That’s what happened then

But it won’t keep happening.

It illuminated all the roads in my mind

Made everything beautiful

So it’d be easy to decide.

But I enjoyed the maze -

Got addicted to some ways

And never decided which road to take

And which to save for another day

And oh

How ways lead on to ways…

This life is beautiful

And I’ve made a map of the maze

Because no experience can go to waste.

And I’ve made up my mind

Because the maze can be walked,

But not lived,

In one lifetime.