The Maze

I have traveled for many years And counted many springs That brought me the joy The brown grass gets turning green And becoming young again The joy the barren tree gets sprouting the leaves And becoming full again. I floated on the flowing time And lost the sense of distance But I reached the horizon I could touch Where my time met the promise I made to myself at the start That made me proud And took me to the cloud I don’t see another horizon shaping in nothingness Where my time would disappear in the end. The horizon where my time would recede I wish becomes a shifting mirage That can never be reached I am lost in the maze of two horizons intertwined Like creepers winding a helpless tree One made by the mind and the other by the soul. Neither do I find the way out of the maze Nor do I discern who really am I.