In the shadows of whispered voices,
Where dreams are shaped by unseen hands,
A silent storm brews deep within,
Guiding hearts to uncertain lands.

Whispers echo through crowded halls,
A symphony of desires not our own,
Beneath the weight, a spirit calls,
Yearning for a path yet to be shown.

Eyes meet in fleeting moments,
Seeking approval in the fleeting gaze,
Lost in the maze of borrowed sentiments,
Trapped in the endless, unyielding haze.

Yet within the storm, a light persists,
A whisper of truth, soft but clear,
Guiding the soul through the mist,
Towards the courage to persevere.