The Hedge of the World

 

The world is found in a maze

Passages linked together in symetrical chaos

An 'ad hoc' arrangement of no design

People enter and begin a fruitless pursuit

They wander unguided along green corridors

So high are the hedges the tallest cannot scale its walls

Or see beyond their own confines

Time can be spent in sheer frustration

Dead ends are frequently encountered

Some enter to find their exit soon

Others, often in groups, all trudging endlessly about

The whole endeavour can be seen as utterly futile

The place of exit is the only escape

Cries of laughter, grunts of despair

echo these verdant troughs

High above a person sits on an elevated platform

often to guide those helplessly lost

To lead them if needed to the end of the maze

He can see everything

He knows all the routes

He is in charge but seldom acts

He seldom intervenes

He remains till closing time

when no one is left inside all this confusion

He knows the ways and has all the answers