Wisdom and the Minotaur

 The passage to Wisdom is like the Minotaur and the Maze; 

your goal is to goade people deeper inside, to face the Monster! 

In the Zone, you don't find a way out, but a way in unfazed 

by the shadows on the Wall, and the gossip of those, laced 

in fine garment, never havent trod on those foxholes by consent!! 

Be Enlightened and Know Yourself, while rootbeer watered instant... 

Value begets Pain; Misunderstanding and Advercity crazed! 

As You face the Minotaur, You are combatting your Dark Self; 

the ghost of Past. the Present and the Future!! Behold the Raven, 

he dost sow nor reep, but he gets nourished by the Lord in good health! 

Behold, the flowers, how well dressed and elegant they are in wealth -- 

but for one day, then they become dust in the wind, forgetting driven 

paths, the passion they influenced... Be like a Woman, who brings wyverns, 

to wash your feet; hands and head, with the venom of dragons and Stealth!! 

A Poet, like Public Enemy Nr. One; the Terrorist of Meaning and Truthulness; 

for ideals don't live amongst mortal men, but those, who possess themselves, 

to follow their lead! Wisdom and Freedom are bled and swet out, Faithfulness 

to the Craft, to take your own cross and move on, slapping Pay through Mess!! 

The Holy Masse, Paris still deserves, absolve yourself of fervored Ing halfes; 

but befriend the darkness, to make amends. Make friends with Mammon scalps; 

to be received in the Hallowed Halls, be loyal in the least, become Virtuouso Chess!!