Maze

His spirit roams this maze
Carried by his physical body
It is bruised and beaten
But his spirit is strong
He has collected so many memories
So many others have passed by
Never to be seen again
Some have told him the sure way out
Others say there is no escape
After all this searching
Does he not deserve to be free?
Around a dizzying curve, something new
He finally come upon a path
No longer of dirt and stone
The soil and plant give his feet relief
The foliage becomes thicker and thicker
He cannot see beyond the pass
But he is sure that this is it
He pushes through
Fights with a strength
Not seen in many years
Bright light gleams through the brush
He finds himself above a great valley
The sight is beautiful but haunting
The plants and flowers are infinite
But so is the maze that lies before him