Lost in the labyrinth, the only way out is through,
The more I bided my time, the more the creepers grew.
They tightened their grip around, I'm feeling claustrophobic,
The feet are in full-scale panic, only the face is strained, but stoic.
The wiggle room is gone, there's nowhere to maneuver,
The shadow looms large, of the approaching Minotaur.
My hand tugs desperately, at the Ariadne's thread,
Should I retrace the path, or move forward and be dead.
For the Minotaur needs to be killed, but am I up to the task,
Should I risk my life and limb? Is being left alone too much to ask?
Why is greatness thrust upon me, have to either kill or be slain?
Either be a hero or die a martyr, can't from this drama I refrain?
You could have vacillated all you liked, before setting foot in the maze,
Now's the time for action- either burn or go in a blaze.
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