We all maze runners
keep following
 the unchosen paths,
chasing the unrealistic desires
We keep on sprinting
fate follows us closely,
No time to look behind
No chance to stop and wonder
No sign to follow our destination.
Turning into an alley each time
we are caught by the unawares
"Is that my Cheese?": Fascination
"Ah! these thorns in my feet!": Gehenna
"Those never-ending alleys!": Frustration
The maze goes on and on
Getting denser and darker at each step
but the runner's fate is to follow the path
outlaid by destiny.

◄ An Unsung Tale


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Don Matthews

Fri 14th Feb 2020 21:53

This is so clever Binte. And true.

I gotta keep on running
Gotta make more cash
No time to look at scenery
No time Bint, gotta dash

What rainbow?......


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Binte Afroz

Fri 14th Feb 2020 19:11

Thanks for your generous remark, Keith. Much appreciated.


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keith jeffries

Fri 14th Feb 2020 18:42


An interesting poem. The line which stands out for me is "No chance to stop and wonder". We hurtle through life, almost blinkered to the world about us. A world full of beauty and interest but we are, as you say, caught in a maze. Perhaps it is time to stop sprinting and ponder on creation and ourselves in relation to it.

Thank you for this


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