Never-Ending Maze

Slowly churning is the wheel of time Making ripples in its' wake. Not knowing what is true or false, Or what is real or fake. Is it right, is it wrong, This life we choose to live? Is it us who really decides The opinions that we give? Should we go left or should we go right Down this pathway we call life? Either way the curves and turns Will fill our hearts with strife. Sometimes there are roadblocks along the way, Some which will produce a dreary haze. No matter what we are bound to get lost As life truly is a never-ending maze.