Through a maze, where to go?
The bush turns right, left, and then forward. Go!
What is behind you?
Don't look back.
Get out of the maze.
Thorns attack.
You can look up, but no truth will tell; think fast, move fast, out of this hell.
A water fountain. A pleasant smell. Distractions on your quest. Quick. March. Excel.
Don't sweat it out. Keep calm. Zen. Maps within your mind will help you.
When?
Now, if you need them? Don't stay unaware. I am your guide through this thicket of despair.
Who are you? What, where? This maze. Where am I? Help me? Are you there?
I am here. Follow me.
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