Odyssey of the Mind | Rap Song | Odysseus

Let's take a left turn, Odyssey of the Mind, Unloading of constant consciousness of Odysseus' fractured Pandora's box of a mind.
I imagine this being the story that Odysseus is telling Homer, that he then tries to decipher everything and create a coherent story.
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Lyrics:
Ithaca shimmers like a fever dream on wine-dark seas while my mind splinters into a thousand reflections of who I was who I am and who I might become as ten years of blood-soaked battlefields blur into ten years of monstrous encounters leaving me adrift in a sea of moral ambiguity
Hero or villain savior or destroyer I'm a shapeshifter of the soul wearing masks so convincing even I can't discern the truth beneath as I navigate this labyrinth of ethical dilemmas with nothing but my wit as a fragile thread.
Cyclops' cave becomes a mirror and I see myself in that monstrous eye a reflection of the beast I could become while Circe's island is a honeyed trap of complacency where my men oink contentedly and I grapple with the allure of forgetting my quest my home my very self.
Bound to the mast I strain against ropes of responsibility as Sirens sing sonic seduction promising oblivion while Charybdis churns the waters of consequence and Scylla's maws snap at the heels of my humanity forcing impossible choices between sacrifice and suicide in this cosmic game of ethical Jenga.
I'm Odysseus they say man of infinite jest and stratagem but jest becomes jest-am as I question the very core of my being peeling away layers of identity like an onion only to find more layers beneath each face I wear a new deception each triumph a hidden defeat in the unending odyssey of the self.
Hades' realm is no more shadowy than the corridors of my mind where ghosts of past present and future mingle in a spectral dance of regret and possibility my mother's shade reaching out with insubstantial fingers as Tiresias croaks prophecies that sound suspiciously like the whispers of my own doubt.
In the silence between heartbeats who am I really?
Divine comedy plays out with Zeus as the thunderous punchline and Athena the wise but inscrutable setup while I Odysseus am the cosmic fool stumbling through immortal farce as Penelope's fingers weave a tapestry of waiting and Telemachus grows into the man I can never again be
The threads of fate tangle around my ankles as I wade through the timeless waters of myth my every action a stone cast into the pool of eternity ripples spreading out to shores I'll never see changing the very fabric of the reality I'm desperately trying to return to.
Ithaca looms like a promise and a threat the bow of identity waiting to be strung the axes of judgment waiting to fall through and I wonder if I can ever hit the mark of wholeness again or if I'm doomed to remain fragmented a kaleidoscope of selves shifting with each turn of fate's hand
I'm Odysseus they say cunning and brave but cunning curdles into paranoia bravery bleeds into recklessness and I'm left wondering if the hero they speak of ever truly existed or if he's just another tale I've spun in this endless odyssey of the mind where the only true monster is the one wearing my face.
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Lyrics by MythicTune

[@DaddyDanGames]

I may have listened to this several times already ;) Great stuff!

[@AnduFreak101]

This is so good! I love the idea of this being a stream of consciousness. The internal doubt he carries with him... The hero versus the monster... Which part did he truly play in all of it.