When approaching a maze, there is one entrance
It is a beginning that all must pass through
Yet the direction taken once entered,
That is up to the taker.
A true maze has multiple answers,
With different correct approaches;
So that no matter the number of members,
There's a path that can be made new.
Yet an authentic maze has incorrect answers,
The dead-ends we all have seen;
The unique trait about these answers,
They aren't as permanent as they seem.
Each step that is taken,
Each dead-end rerouted,
It all adds to our own paths;
Some may get lucky, and others stuck,
But we'll persist
And end up finding our way.
The paths diverge, the corners split
Yet we all reach the same, yet different,
A quick poem I'd written for a scholarship. I intend on fixing it up at some point, but here it is in its raw form~