Maze

Trap me in yew and tell me:

At the centre is a surprise.

This is not a time for strategy.

I should run as fast as I can to claim it!

But where?

A path lies ahead of me.

A path lies behind me.

To the right, to the left?

The way is shown but direction?

Absent.

Where will I end up?

Is it in a clearing with an arbour and a lecherous king?

Is it in a place where a semi-bovine being takes a cigarette break?

Is it a dead end where I end my days over and over again?

Should I just find the exit?

I choose not to run.

Labyrinth time is boundless,

Tunnelled and tall.

The maker of this maze thinks they've won

With their clever design, frustration in mind

But they have forgotten one thing:

I am armed with secateurs

And I am a topiary master.