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Thoughts and memories swirling each other
Like chocking strings in this endless maze
Where is Ariadne?
The silver cord, hope is lost
Every scheme repeats itself the change of state leads to closed roads
I back track, I am ready to face the monster of the labyrinth for a new defeat
Where is Ariadne?
The sword, hope is lost
While I'm writing these words, I realize to be a prisoner
A dark icy awareness brings me to reality
Screaming, escaping, falling from grace, cry the demons in my mind
Through thorn hedges and basalt path a mirror is amongst the leaves
Memories, tears, the eyes of an old man
Where is Ariadne?
The sword, the silver cord