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Maze

If I want to know if
I am on the straight and narrow
I see if my cigar
Is unmovable on the table.

I am the artisan
Of this life.
No spirits level me
And nannies are excused.

I will die.
I will cease
Knowing what I've done.
Some straight arrows launched perhaps
A young narrow mind expanded.

My table is cluttered
And a voice often says
I must clean it.
I refuse to move a thing...
Order has never made a song
Sing to me.

At hand there must be
All I want to think... not
Urged to be straight and narrow
As the mazes make me wander
To some fate.

I'm amazed
That life is happier
And I seldom had to blink.

Poetry by jenks