In the labyrinth of thoughts, a silent dance,
Whispers of dreams, in fleeting chance,
Through corridors of time, a spectral trance,
The mind wanders in its vast expanse.

Echoes of memories, both old and new,
In shadows cast, and morning dew,
A canvas painted in every hue,
The mind’s creation, ever true.

Beneath the stars, in twilight’s embrace,
It finds its path, a hidden trace,
Through realms unseen, a sacred space,
The mind’s odyssey, a timeless chase.

With every thought, a world unfolds,
Secrets whispered, stories told,
In the quiet of night, the mind beholds,
The universe within, a treasure of gold.