Folly of the Young in the Maze of Haze

You scurry around in a dark maze in a thick haze,
Not knowing where you’ve been, what you’ve seen,
And blind as a bat as you wind your way, confined
To an unkind world within the World into which
You’ve been hurled, and so now you’re curled up
Behind dæmonic brick and mortar, defined by what
You cannot see or hear, but Someone wants to steer
Your course by force of Love, and She can be trusted;
But you’ve lusted after liberty to stay in the maze
And make your own way, though there is no way out
On your own, but there are many steady hands ready
To help you, including mine as a sign of affection;
Upon reflection you should see the Spirit wants you
To be free, and so do we… So why do you out shout
So many who care and would help bear your burden?
You are young, your life not yet sung by the stars;
Will you simply bear your scars, running after fools,
Who drool for excitement, strident in advisement
Of what they do not know? They show their own folly;
Ah! If only you could understand that the old and
Wise are not here to reprimand or demand or even
To command, but merely plead to lead you out of the
Stark dark of the maze of thick haze into better ways.

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