Sadly, when they finally made it through to the other side, they realized it was the wrong maze the whole time.
Lost
We don’t know where we’re going.
We don’t know where we’ve been.
Which way is North? Which way is South?
How’d we get here again?
Should we turn this or that way?
We’re lost, or so we think,
because we drew the map we used
with disappearing ink.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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