lyrics
Labyrinthine Horizons
December 19, 2025
Exalted expectations
will never be fulfilled
Disappointment is the measure
In which deep sorrow is distilled
And there’s nothing that can cut a finer line Than the hopelessness of being lost And wandering aimlessly In time the path will become clear despite the night And the way forward will be a place you stumble even in the light of dawn
There’s a secret space within us A key we hold but seldom use Where broken parts are reassembled In a conversation with the muse
And there’s nothing that is keeping us from bliss A doorway looms there but our guilt prevents acknowledging that it exists There is a thread that binds and tangles up our time Because to struggle through the world is to embrace the stories in the lives we find
And there’s nothing that can cut a finer line Than the hopelessness of being lost And wandering aimlessly In time the path will become clear despite the night And the way forward will be a place you stumble even in the light of dawn
There’s a secret space within us A key we hold but seldom use Where broken parts are reassembled In a conversation with the muse
And there’s nothing that is keeping us from bliss A doorway looms there but our guilt prevents acknowledging that it exists There is a thread that binds and tangles up our time Because to struggle through the world is to embrace the stories in the lives we find