Labyrinth

In the Style of Medieval English Folk Ballads (14th Century)

There once was a fool who got lost in a maze, Built of his own silly thoughts and ways. He'd turn to the left when he meant to go right, And walk toward the darkness when seeking the light. "Oh dear!" said the fool, "I'm quite turned around! My feet have forgotten the way to be found!" But a little mouse laughed from a crack in the wall: "Dear fool, don't you know there's no maze here at all? You're dancing in circles in your own backyard, Making it look much more scary and hard. The walls that confuse you are made of your worry, The dead ends are just thoughts in too much of a hurry!" The fool stopped and giggled, then started to grin: "If I built this maze, I can dance my way in! Not out—that's too easy—but deeper inside, Where the silliest wisdom loves to hide!"