You seek an answer you cannot find
When nearly all the roads are blind
Many paths and corridors
A torturous journey lies in store
You may think you've found your way
It'll happen often as you play
You may require to blaze your trail
Else forever doomed to fail
Some will win but many lose
Dependant on the path they choose
But at the centre lies the prize
And you can take it, if you're wise
It is an enigma, old as time
The subject of my little rhyme
Riddle me this or that, tell me
What could the answer be...
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