Double Meaning

It's a kind of game with no losers

And only one winner

First name gets flashed back through the story

And the story comes out backwards

And moves side on

This is no one's story

And the story is architecture

And the story comes out backwards

With everything between in between

Many colours will take you to themselves

But now I want someone to tell me how to get out

And holding on to the thread

Fine as a cobweb

And holding on to the thread

To the thread

A thread very strong

Is all that's heard

And says

And glances into his own labyrinth