Maze dreams

A stroll down the road to home,

This maze dreams are quite a stir,

I feel and hear it all in queue,

The hum and drum that brings me joy,

But twists and turns as walk down the stairs,

Barbs and columns shoot out the floor,

I wonder then what kind of road this is,

Especially now inside a building,

The determined and rush that pulls me forward,

I hold and jump I fly and hop,

It won't be able to catch up to me,

Am fast and nimble to be a prey,

At last it ends with a group of friends,

I land in safety and get my path back home.