The steed is rested
The charioteer is experienced
The track is known

Randomness rejoices
Preparing to attack

The charioteer’s skills are about to be assessed

By the hand’s strength
By the mind’s clarity

But above all

By the smile
That tames the unexpected

This chariot race
Has just become exciting!

I see
Even when I miss my eye

I think
Even when I rest

I make
Even when I follow


I am alert


My kin becomes me

Until I become my kin


Until my turn

I trip in darkness
Waiting for an idea

Waiting for the idea

I walk in a limited labyrinth
My deadline is set
And although I have traveled these dark corridors again and again
My path is always new

I am stronger than my maze.
If in need, I will break a wall, I will create a new path
This maze made for me
Is also made by me

The labyrinth is mine
I am its master

Coming the idea, I will seize to exist
Light will be spread to the maze
And the twirls and turns of its halls
Shall become a straight line

The journey
The intellect
The effort
Of the monster
Will merge with this idea

And few will be able to perceive
That before it
There was darkness
A labyrinth

And a monster