In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and secrets bind,
A realm of whispers softly speaks,
Of dreams and fears, of highs and peaks.

Through winding paths and hidden gates,
The mind explores, contemplates,
A journey vast, a world unseen,
Between the real and in-between.

Echoes of memories intertwine,
With future hopes, they brightly shine,
A symphony of silent screams,
The mind, a canvas of endless dreams.

In solitude, it finds its voice,
Amidst the noise, it makes a choice,
To wander free, to seek, to find,
The endless depths within the mind.