Little Inklings 2025

CORN MAZE By Mason Pearce ’30 Every turn I make, A new path is made, In this never-ending maze, Every step I take, Is a new mistake, A deathly silence fills my brain, A thick fog occurs, Vision is lost, Far in the distance, A man stands, Waving their hand, I start running overcome by joy, But soon this feeling fades, As he disappears, I fall to the floor, I look up as the walls cave in, Then I woke up, From this nightmare. 22