You went inside the labyrinth, but it seems you're doing fine.
Because he string still trembles, every once in a while.
It weights my little finger, but I push through with a smile,
As you let yourself explore, the dark maze that is your mind.
Have you killed that minotaur?
What is it you're looking for?
Fame, money, love, power?
I can sit and guess for hours.
(But I won't anymore.
Not like I did before.)
The fates are by my side now,
they say they've come to watch you die,
Atropos gave me her scissors,
she knows I have to say goodbye.
Your true love was never true,
you left me to rot behind,
and now this thread won't bring you home,
this red cord won't save your life.
But have you killed that minotaur?
What is it you're looking for?
Fortune, glory, paths of flowers?
Or to prove, you aren't a coward?
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Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.
PoesíaOld poems, cellphone notes, and long lost verses that I've recently re-discovered.
