Daedalus and the Minotaur

When I forgave Daedalus
For trapping me in her

Endless, confounding mazes,

(that were so complex

I began to lose myself

In their unraveling)

It was under the impression that,

In learning from my imprisonment,

She would torture others no longer.

That I was a mistake,

A miscalculation,

An error,

In the endless strings

Of blueprints and equations

She immersed herself in.

I myself am no saint,

A monster, in the eyes of some Grecians,

But even with my shortcomings,

Surely I am entitled

To an upheld bargain?

To consistency?

To respect?

Through sad, brown eyes,

I watch Daedalus build,

Working on her newest masterpiece

-or so she says-

And I see a beast,

Shouldering burdens

Whose weight I once knew,

Navigating tunnels

That I mapped long ago,

And I am reminded

Of my own maze,

And in thinking

Of where I now stand,

I wonder

If I have truly escaped.