Ariadne
It’s only a piece of thread
That leads me from this maze
And should it break instead
The map is lost within my mental haze
When fate comes crashing upon
My unprotected head
I’ll sit and whistle meekly
To be saved from harbored dread.
It’s only a piece of thread
Holding together the pieces of my mind
Padded walls await me
Should I be left behind.
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