Life is a walking in the labyrinth Of your own life and the end is revelation. Trying to avoid the hideous corners And sometimes strangling the impulses To pass them again and again.
The collapse is inevitable ‘Cause we’re walking on the edge. How to stifle all the languor To avoid a premature fall?
Life’s so treacherous indeed, You never know who is to deceive. And there’s always left something Which is obscure.