In the heart of shadows, where thoughts entwine,
A labyrinth of whispers, soft and benign.
Questions rise like mist in the morning light,
Seeking answers in the dance of night.
The stars above, they flicker and sway,
Casting doubts that lead the mind astray.
Each path diverges, a choice unclear,
In the silence, echoes of fear.
Through the haze of twilightâs gentle embrace,
Confusionâs veil hides every trace.
Seeking clarity in the murky depths,
The soul wanders, with bated breaths.
Yet in the chaos, a spark may ignite,
A beacon of truth in the endless night.
For within the storm of confusionâs reign,
Lies the seed of wisdom, born from pain.