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