In my attempt to make a statement on the mysteries of this earth
I am clueless and aloft like the millions given birth.
We know nothing of our purpose or its direction in place and time
and (yet) we claim to be the owner of all the pictures in our mind.
How many outward wonders do we have of a world that should not be?
While we look beyond the echoes of a quiet we can not see.
Lo-behold (if it should happen) and this maze once shows its end...
I believe (most) will crumble from the weightlessness of sin.

The greatest maze to date with turns and bends that often move
we will never find the ending until we look beyond the clues.
Is it secret? Is it not? Does one really want to know?
Of all the years we wait...do we really want to go?