The flexible maze resides within me,
Scaring away all the weak-hearted fools.
And soon enough they all will plainly see,
But not here, not now, not at the school.
The maze adjusts with all that will come in
Creating such an impossible course,
That all who come will go and flee within
For paths will change swift as a running horse.
All who've come in have been cast, without doubt,
Beyond the reach of all the shifting sands
And all they can do is give up a shout,
Trying with voice which was not done with hands.
So stop in your tracks, do not try the task,
That people fear to dare to even ask.
-HTC
I wrote this poem while we were studying some of Shakespeare's sonnets. The form seemed interesting enough, so I jotted this down on a piece of paper that I had. I found it in my room while cleaning (along with other works) and decided to put it up here.