Key Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

What is needed to unpick the labyrinth?
How can we find our way and keep track
Of the endless corridors, steps and stairs
Of the mind and its intricate delusions?

What is required to release melancholy?
Where is the thread that will lead us back
Having faced and put down our terrors
And returned to everyday confusion?

What is possible in the besting of the beast?
Will Theseus return a hero to found Athens
And become the keystone of a Golden Age
With Ariadne come to Naxos and deserted?

What is most and what is least at the last
What secrets and prospects can be opened?
Perhaps there is no key on which the world turns
Only the thread of knowledge and its heartbreak.