Strayed from the path have I
Not sure hoe to get back
For I have veered into a labrynth
But unlike the hero Theseus
I have no ball of twine
To stear me back
To the beginning
So I must trudge on
Through uncertain paths
Laced with lies and deceit
With some vein hope
In finding the way home
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