The Maze

I was guiding a pen through a maze

And I thought

This is remarkably similar

To what it must feel like

To be God

I was gliding my pen

Through

Cuts around corners

And at every opening I'd stop

Leaving it stagnant

I thought

Each. Stop.

Must've felt like a million

Seconds.

Ticking.

by

Slowly......

To this little pen.

But it had to wait.

Because I could see

From the bird's eye

What it could not

I was checking each route ahead

Avoiding dead-ends

Each seemingly backward motion

Essential.

No dead-ends

Never a twist in the wrong direction

The most efficient way forward

To the best possible outcome

Then finally

We made it out

In this scenario

I believe

I am

The pen