Metaphoric Maze

Metaphoric Maze Still damp from the wash of a waking dream I realize the pain from the past and how much its lied Although not by force I was led to believe in the dimmest of truths thus kept awash in grief All of the many things now remade as they truly were splendid things simple hidden treasure Grasping at the meaning from the other side of the murky metaphor is finally a thing not so futile It has always been worth the while even as the seconds have become long yet timeless years My epic life a work of art the masters of fate around me still hard at work in bliss and contempt As I look down on the tableau from where I’ve become the high road, I can see it very clearly now It has never been the easy path filled with twist, turns, danger, and despair but so worth it all Erected by cause and effect as a monument for later travelers to ponder as they reach for the summit Yes as feeble as it may seem the wizened ones were so right, the journey is its own reward