I'm tired of twisting in my days
Looking for a thin straight line
The Minotaur looked at me
I could see the Theseus
Written across his mind
The Labyrinth is not the same
It's turned into a maze
I have no more reason now
I must be on my way
So the Minotaur made reservations
Mediterranean sea
It's so nice there this time of year
He flew tourist in section 'C'
Minos called and made a request
Come back was in fact his plea
But the Minotaur was bullheaded about it
There's more to this than you , it's ME !
So the Minotaur stayed upon the beach
Enjoying life as a distant sunset flees
Never regretting making that call
"Trapped inside our living labyrinth
is one maze without any visible walls"
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Author:
swingline (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2017 03:14
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Comments2
There are always ways out of the maze, we just need to be patient in finding them. Good write.
Thank you GoldFinch60 for reading and taking the time to comment .
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