Life is a paradoxical maze– It feeds on the weak And shows fear before praise. It treats us as if we’re not worthy When we are lost in the depths Of our own incessant sorrow. It grips our soul And holds us captive If we allow it To dominate our will. Life is a perplexing journey– It rears its ugly head When we least expect it. The battle of life Mystifies– Deceives– Befuddles– But somehow, Like a phoenix We are reborn Out of its ashes, And out of its Cacophonous Music Lies an Appreciation Of the beauty Hidden within The secret Of its Disarray.