A saviour string of red to follow back in hand
To kill the monster that ate man
Kept in the labrinth of mind so deep
The minotaur monster creeps
Theseus is lulled exhausted asleep
Lost in sleep so deep
The string is cut so he cant retreat
He wakes
In a daze he weeped and tried to run
But he just couldnt find where he begun
He held his useless string in hand
Confused and afraid he stands
now lost with the monster in his mind
