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i walk alone down a lonely path at night, the path is filled with thick fog it is hard to see were i must go to exit this maze of death, filled with dead roses and dieing plants nothing seems to be able to live in this dismal maze. but the closer i get to the center of the maze i start to notice a glow and how the roses are not as dead looking, they once dead roses seem to have color in them once again all the colors makes the maze not as dead and a little inhabitable.as i walk to the center i found the light and what i also found is what it is it is.....



inside us all there is a maze inside us all we must find this light it is different for us all that is why this poem stays unfinished it ends with us all