It’s been a long time since I have posted any articles. This time I would like to present something different, it is a poem, but mainly a metaphor. It is the first time I am writing one. Please let me know, what you have learned from this poem and pour your thoughts into your comments. 🙂
I wake up in a stretch of maze,
Everywhere quite looks the same,
All around I walk and gaze,
But nothing more than a tricky game.
I never come back where I had left,
Though I wish I could do that.
But the maze shall bend, with respect to my deft,
Where should I go, I shall choose that.
Sometimes a merry choice, but mostly tough.
It doesn’t matter we should get through.
The more you laze, the more it gets rough,
The more you work, more the chance to get through.
The purpose of the game, you should seek,
This is the fact that makes you unique.
The maker of the game, shall give test after test,
To win the game, shall be your quest.
One day, you shall be no more,
But you should put a scar in the maze,
One day, you should be adored,
From the mark your poise should raise.