In the depths of silent nights we wander,
Chasing echoes of dreams that never fade,
A relentless pull, a tethered wonder,
As if bound by invisible threads, we wade.

Eyes that shimmer with the fire of longing,
A vision etched in the fabric of thought,
Each heartbeat a reminder, ever thronging,
Of the desires that time has never forgot.

Through the corridors of the mind we roam,
Seeking solace in the shadows we cast,
In this endless pursuit, we find our home,
In the obsessions that hold us steadfast.

Yet in the quiet, a whispering breath,
A promise of peace in the ceaseless flight,
Where the soul finds rest beyond life and death,
In the embrace of obsession’s gentle light.