These walls tighten around me as if an assassin’s own piano wire was at my throat
There is no time
I have to choose
I have been here before
The crossroads of yearning and unknowing
My heartbeat echoing itself throughout these empty chambers
I could escape this breathing labyrinth
Grab the mud covered hand that reaches for me
Tread til my shoes run bare and the blood from my heels mix with the clay
Or I could turn back
With what I know and what I don’t know as the true causes for retreat
And shelter myself in the thickest armor forged in the hottest fire
Or
As all history suggests
I will play only the fool
And I will allow these walls to crush me