In the old times
The maze was
believed to be important
For survival
Finding the way
Having a pagan meaning
Long forgotten
We still find them
Along our long
Coast on the way to
The cold north
Drifting Away
Falling over and you find yourself
In the middle of the stream
The danger is as greatest there
Strong and vigil it takes you
Under the surface in to the black current
Surviving is only possible while
Drifting of in cold water to the edge
Wash your body ashore on the rocky beach
Drifting
Raft sea endless water
Relentless wind
Drifting up and down the current
Wherever the wind
Takes this tiny vessel
That used to be my freedom
Turned into a salty prison