of the

a labyrinthine
of heart and mind
turn a corner
and stumble blind

of faith and doubt
seeking the truths
within, without

reach out in the darkness
for a hand to hold
met with a wind
so bitter and cold

no way to the center
to puzzle the maze
here you will spend
the rest of your days

unless you learn
the one mystery
that can spark the flame
and set you free

and tho that secret
is not mine to tell
I leave you with this
'know thyself'