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

The Maze

When ones mind is restless

Wandering, meandering

Away

Quickly to unknown destinations

Into the past or present even the future

Late at night or early morning

When small things becomes big

And big things small

Know then that this too

Shall pass

And leave the mind to itself

Decisions

Choices are difficult things

Options that are not true options

Just another maze of actions

Leading to obscure futures

And foreseeable patterns of repetition

Once I saw myself as a free man

Now I doubt that very much

Time will not tell nor heal any wounds

Searching

Lost in the snow

Looking for a way

Out of the maze

Somewhere

I still believe

That is possible

But what is outside

Of that maze?

The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone