We’re confused messes, wandering; wondering our role in the grand scheme of things.
Force to walk in a dark labyrinth with a fickle shred of faith our golden string.
Scared, mindful of the monster that awaits us in the heart of the darkness. The raging bull.
Yet the only thing truly on your mind, is sweet Ariane and one word from her, which helps your will to sustain.



Of course, you think he’s charming & sweet. You don’t live with him.