Odyssey Poem by Chris Noir

When empty glasses go to sleep,
And the night falls and so do we,
Follow the only escape,
Down the spiraling stairs
that lead to nowhere.

As the corridors become crooked
and you realize there's no coming back,
Dream of before again
Make it matter, descend
Towards the scorched dreamland.

And as the wheel of Minos impales us
we shall proudly deny
The circle that steadily awaits us
Even before we die

They have made a reservation for two
In the depths of Tartarus a table for me and you.
Don't fight the bell
listen to the tale it tells
Of human life, a story of hell

Obvious mismatch of sentience and emotion
became our greatest opponent
In this fight for nothing
In this race to rotting
Just bid them farewell

And as the wheel of Minos impales us
We proudly cease to belong
to The world that is set to hate us
Before we were born

We roll the boulder uphill,
Even if the gods stopped watching
The world lives in fear and hate
Of those who are not afraid
We take punishment before the verdict,
it's the fear of being wrong in the eyes of fellow vermin,
it's the foolish children's hate towards the unknown.

As the wheel is turning
more of us yet join this dance
Drunken puppets to their own lack of reason
Dance away their life
while their dreams become
Another patch in Circe's tapestry
Another failed Odyssey.