The Maze


The days were a maze
Wherever you gaze
You always look in a daze
And in that daze of a maze you always
seem to get into a phase
For that maze that you gaze at in a daze
so happens to be where the cows graze
And where the cows grazed there you
gazed at the maze where you stand so
intently phased
As you gaze at the cows that graze near
the maze that you stand
so phased while you slowly raise a praise to the one
who made the
maze and made you gaze at the cows that graze
near that maze
Will you gaze at a maze where the cows graze,
or will you raise
your gaze to a new phase in life
and find your way out of the never ending maze

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