The Maze Of Life

Date: 9/30/2016

Beating. breathing. vision. wonder.. Barbed wire on stone walls shaped like hell dressed much like the maze. Miles ahead, right to left.. forward to back. One bad turn.. stuck at of course the dead end. In the dream I want to know.. How do I get out..How do I survive. Then I realize this is a maze, familiar to everyone els whom was brought into this world a lot like me, Its the maze of life... We all start at different points of this maze. Each of us might even find the end sooner then another. Others may face the dead end far more then their friend. Maybe we'll find help from one another or be directed back to where we started from a specific other. But in the end, we all go to the same place.. Each turn you take is recorded. Every step you are to take is watched. Your own decisions and actions build the very path in front of you. Some of the people can't actually see this. They may think it's all a game. Some people may follow you in hope they get where they want to go. The barbed wire that is wrapped neatly like a blanket atop the stone, all sharp and shiny, and keep you from cheating. here, you don't get your way .. here.. pain is made. and all these dark memories and thoughts that creep inside your head appear.