In the mirror, I see a distant face,
A stranger’s eyes in a familiar place.
The world blurs like a watercolor mist,
And I float on waves of nonexistence.

Voices echo in a hollow room,
Whispers of dreams in silent bloom.
Time stretches like a fading sigh,
As I wander through a nameless sky.

Reality bends with each fleeting thought,
Caught in the web that the mind has wrought.
Fingers touch, but feel like air,
In this realm where I am nowhere.

Yet in this space, a quiet peace,
A gentle lull where all doubts cease.
For in the drift, I find a place,
Where I am free from time and space.