How can this be any part of my thoughts
When I know every fact of each gain and each loss?
To succumb to this demon who nurtures my rage,
This archaic construction I put in a cage?
I'm Theseus! I sneak through my mind in the fog,
In a labyrinth, sniffing my way like a dog.
In the center, where supposedly a monster should be
Lays a mirror to point out the monster is me.
So I look and I touch but the mirror is gone,
And the Hero looks at me, his quest almost done.
A sword in one hand, a thread in the other,
He looks the way Oedipus looked at his father.
I try to say something, a word pleasant, not foul,
But all that I manage is one raspy growl.
He screams and he strikes me, I drop to the ground.
He seeks all around, not a prisoner found.
He looks at me oddly, and than I realize,
I looked at myself with my own human eyes.
A monster I slew laying dead on the ground,
An eerie confusion that comes with no sound.
I return to the labyrinth, dropping the thread,
Put my hand near the wall and start marching ahead.
As I walk the first spiral I forget where I was,
I stick to the wall while assuming a cause.
I walk the third spiral, forgetting some more,
Where am I going? What purpose? What for?
I reach the sixth spiral, becoming a stranger.
Now I remember! There should be some danger!
Athenian children need rescue ahead!
I'll never forgive myself if they are dead.
Why do I feel as if I shouldn't care?
Thoughts of past failures never seem fair!
How can this be any part of my thoughts?
When I know every fact of each gain and each loss?