My Life being a maze of endless puzzles

My life, being a mazetake my hand
of endless puzzles,
leads me blindly
through time’s whimsical corridors.

My mind, bewildered
by the laughter of society,
I turn in quiet desperation
to a guiding hand of silence.

With a firm, yet genial grip,
I run the many mazes of life’s puzzle,
Clutching proudly to the hand

Of a man I call my Dad.

ESM

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