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