Sometimes there are days When I feel completely alone Over and over, I check my phone Stuck inside this endless maze Theseus knew about the minotaur Stumbling around, lost and confused Until he found the beast And killed it in its sleep Life is our maze Death is our minotaur Never seen death's face Only heard whispered lore We stumble around, lost and confused Not sure what's around the next corner Fearing collision Only aware of what was around the last corner Fearing reversion Somewhere along the way We forget to stop and smell the roses They smell sweet, escapism from the task at hand The little moments of bliss, however few and far between But if you stop for too long The minotaur will come for you I used to love treasure hunts This time, there's no map, no clues Only distractions like false ambitions Mirages revealed as empty promises This time, the treasure is death If Theseus killed the beast In its sleep What are we to do? Death doesn't sleep.