Walking through the maze I saw the craze;
It was hard to see, for it lacked a face-
But it was a craze, all the same-
For it only wanted my money and to offer fame.
I walked past, unfazed, looking for others to see;
But they all went to the craze, and did not bother to meet me;
It said it had money, so much it could pay off the biggest of fees;
It looked so tall that I could barely see its knees.
I had no place to hide inside the maze you see;
For others had to help me through, but the Craze blocked them from me;
So I wandered on down a battered path, away from the greedy Craze-
And I was called crazy, hazy, but you see, it was worth it to me.
I approached the end alone-how I don’t know;
I simply knew if I followed a path I would exit, you see-
So I came to the end and looked for my friends;
But there were no friends to see.