This poem describes the experience of running through a maze from the starting line to try to reach the finish line first, but becoming confused and unable to see the finish due to the complex mirrored symmetry of the hedgerows that create barriers and prevent the runner from finishing.

1. The world of mazes Staring past the starting line Waiting for the sign Hearing the pistol’s shot Tearing across the line Into the world of the amazed Confused as you may be (maybe) a little bit dazed The finish line, I can’t see Into the mirrored symmetry Can’t deal with this complexity Hedgerows of barriers Looking to prevent me From reaching the finish line first From crossing the finish line And then… We start again