You told no lies, also no secrets,
Locked in inner labyrinth, kicking and fixing, lacking regret,
You on the brink,
You but a blink,
Make it til you fake it, extinct.
Image: Trolleborg labyrinth Blue Virgin – Blåkulla island. Photo: Sigge Sundström
Caked in soft mud,
Squinting in sparkling sun,
I rise to a new day,
The cracked horizon, I survey,
I mined for diamonds in the depths of you,
Above ground, lime lush, you had a different view,
Golden canary of your affair sang,
I pray for strength to endure real or perceived pain,
Is this really how our paths part?
I fear there is no way out of my labyrinth heart,
Now at the center, I will follow way opening,
So shall it be said, so shall it be.