Labyrinth

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