Stepping into the maze looked inviting for all,
leaving open ground back, with not a call.
So much green to the left and right,
grass below and a frightening sight.

All there being for a sigh of releaf,
was a blue sky above, way out of reach.
Which way to turn one could not decide,
not even the sight of a soul to be spied.

Finding the way and direction to walk,
with nobody else to help with a talk.
Cut off from life, all shape and size,
as one continues in all ways and strives.

With no form of contact available,
plus finding the route not possible.
Deturmined to win the walk carries on,
to find life waiting with everything done.

The moment arrive a feel of relief,
almost being beyond belief.
"Alive again; he was lost and is found,"
Deciding to stay on familier ground.