In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers find,
A labyrinth of dreams does spin,
An endless world, a realm within.

The echoes of forgotten lore,
Reside in chambers, evermore,
With secrets hidden, tales untold,
In halls of silver, rooms of gold.

Through winding paths of light and shade,
The mind’s own journey, unafraid,
It weaves a tapestry so vast,
Of present moments, future, past.

In the infinite expanse of thought,
Where battles won and lost are fought,
The mind, a universe so grand,
Holds mysteries we can’t understand.