In the quiet whispers of the night,
A shadow dances in my mind’s light.
It speaks of dreams, of endless chase,
An unending quest, a boundless race.

My heart is bound by unseen chains,
Each thought, a tether, each moment, strains.
The object of my fervent gaze,
Consumes my soul, sets it ablaze.

Obsession’s grip, so fierce, so tight,
It blinds my reason, shades my sight.
A phantom in the dark it stays,
Guiding me through endless days.

Yet in the depths of this embrace,
I find a strange and haunting grace.
For in the fire, I am reborn,
A soul transformed, though often torn.