In the maze of my own mind, I wander,
Seeking the fragments of a self once whole.
Shadows dance upon the walls, a whisper,
Of echoes, of laughter, now grown cold.

A mirror shatters, reflecting the pieces,
Each shard a story, each cut a scar.
Who am I in this labyrinth of faces,
A wanderer, a seeker, or just a star?

Through corridors of memories, I stumble,
Footsteps silent on the floor of time.
Is this my voice, or just a distant rumble,
Of dreams forgotten, lost in rhyme?

Yet in the stillness, a light flickers,
A beacon in the depths of night.
Perhaps in losing, I find the triggers,
To rediscover, to ignite the fight.