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Poem: A Maze

Written November 1995 When Jonathan is 16

A Maze
by Jonathan Kraft

A maze
is my life,
and completely lost,
I am.
Because I am clueless
as to where
the maze ends.
-Where my life reaches
its ultimate purpose.-
So I wonder;
How can I make
the right choices
about which direction to go,
when I don’t know
where I’m supposed to end up.
Often I make a turn
and run into a dead end,
and I wonder why I took
that turn in the first place.
I wonder why
I don’t just sit down
and stop walking.
Because I really don’t know
if I’m making the right turns.

(On back of paper: We live in an era of often irrational and unpredictable actions.)

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