They shouted,
As he turned towards the maze,
The one no one escaped from.
He knew how dangerous it was to enter the maze.
But he did not care for he was driven.
Driven by an forced he had never known.
He was too young to put a name on such a consuming emotion.
'To the Center'
He muttered loud enough for him to hear,
And with a desperate feeling of dread about him,
He turned and smiled to the crowd,
And pushed into the maze.
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So I discovered recently that mazes have huge religious and spiritual bases. They come from Pagan to Christain views and are a symbol of many things.
We're all trapped in one of our own design.
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