Fly or die...

What if a bird said, "I am acrophobic"????!!!!!

All the while travelling...

I see myself in a labyrinth. Unable to find a way out, running in circles, not knowing which course to take.
Confused and flummoxed, I run down!
With a labyrinth, there is only one choice to be made - to enter or not. Whether or not to walk!
But a choice has been made. I have put my step forward and I am in!
Is it a maze? Is there a way out? Am i trapped? Did I take the right course?
I stand motionless, seeing no where to go.
I hear a voice scream, "No, U ll neva be stuck". Yes, indeed. I know I can find a way out.
There are twists, turns, and blind alleys. Yet, it is unicursal.
I realize, the importance of leaving a mark.
The trail winds in and out for the way in is the way out.
To escape from the labyrinth, you gotta search within and trace the mark.
But am afraid. Will someone change the mark? Leaving me where I am and having no chance to get out?
No, the unknown is known now. Every small step taken with fear, every gasp while I ran, every drop of sweat that got me in here will actually guide me back!