I searched in all the papers,
And bought the puzzle books;
I loved those little stretchers
For my mind-

Sometimes it was the jigsaws,
Sometimes the letters jumbled,
An odd-man-out or crossword
Once a while-

But the first ones I would seek
Were the mazes which were laid
For the girl to find her home,
Or reach a stile-

That was the time of childhood,
And now that I’ve grown old,
I still find the mazes best
In all my life-

When young ones come to ask me
Is it destiny which writes
My life or is it me?
My life rewinds-

My little one, the maze is drawn
The day we are conceived,
The path we take is, however,
Ours to unwind-

If you take a dead-end road,
Don’t blame the Maze-Creator;
He has made even the goal
For you to find-

Dear little ones, I tell them,
Go seek the open road there,
And where you meet yourself on it,
Destiny you’ll find-