In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
A siren’s call, a secret spell.
Promises of heights untold,
In fleeting dreams, the soul is sold.

A dance with fire, a fleeting flight,
Moments stolen from the night.
The chains unseen, they softly bind,
In the depths of a wandering mind.

Eyes that see but do not gaze,
Through the mist, a mind in haze.
A fleeting joy, a borrowed time,
In silence, echoes the chime.

Awake, arise, from dreams untrue,
Find the light that breaks through.
For in the heart, the strength remains,
To break away from silent chains.