Maze Poem, by The One Who Sees, at My poetic side

What good is a compass that can't point you home?

You might as well be trekking in a forest alone;

My smile and my tears could lead you the way;

but please be careful, make sure you won't fall in disarray;

and you may fall in the ocean;

and climb in the trees;

but don't get too comfy or you'll collapse on your knees;

eat or be eaten, that is the key;

don't miss the smoke coming from the chimney;

I hope you'll make it here;

I'll keep the dinner heated for you dear <3

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