It grows toward the sky all around me
Surrounding me, cornering me, and trapping me inside with only one way out
I search for my way
I find dead-ends and turn-arounds
There are too many choices, too many different ways to go
There is no trail to follow, no breadcrumbs to see
I have to find my way on my own, with no help from others
Because this is the maze of my life and I alone must traverse and figure out my path