In the maze of thoughts and dreams,
I wander aimlessly through endless streams.
Paths entwine, the heartstrings pull,
In shadows deep, a mind so full.

Whispers echo, a silent plea,
Searching for what used to be.
The compass spins, no north to find,
Lost within the corridors of my mind.

Time’s illusion, a fleeting grace,
Reflections lost, a familiar face.
The anchor’s gone, adrift I float,
In life’s vast sea, a fragile boat.

Yet in the chaos, hope persists,
A flicker in the dark abyss.
For every twist and turn we take,
We find ourselves, and thus, we wake.