What’s the Point


You start the puzzle off.
Making each turn with your pencil,
only to find out it's the wrong way,
so you erase and find another route.
You become agitated by the constant use of the eraser,
but you keep trying to finish the maze.
But for what?
To say you finished?
Because once the maze is over, it's over.
You don't win anything for finishing it.
Other people have finished it before,
it's not any big accomplishment.
You're just done.
That's it, it's the end.
So what was the purpose?
It's really all just pointless.

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