I love to think of life as a maze
That draws in those who dare to be dazed
The lights, the colors, the shut doors and vague turns
Unknown to all but there for the willing
I love to speak to those who don’t wait
To take on life when it’s already late
With fears and doubts, lost friends and sad days
One for each man, overcome by the daring
I love to remember the stories of patriarchs
Who held on to nothing but hoped there’ll be everything
In taunts, in traveling, through courses uncharted
Longed for by all, revealed to the seeking.
I love to reach far into the future
That’s still unknown but certain in Omega
The joys, the tears of triumph and wonder
All men’s desire, given to the believing.