I knew my father was an

            Artificer

            And that his Labyrinth was

            More than just a dancing-ground:

            It was a maze

            With no way out

            Unless you had the wiles

            To pick up on a clue

            So when he gave his word

            That clear forever endless day among the clouds

            Can I be blamed for taking it

            Not literally, but with a 

            Grain of salt?