In the corridors of thought’s endless maze,
A symphony of whispers gently plays,
Each echo a shadow of a distant call,
In the fractured mind where the silence falls.

A kaleidoscope of visions dance and sway,
Beneath the veil of reality’s fray,
The world splits into a spectrum untold,
Where truth and illusion silently unfold.

Through the looking glass of fractured dreams,
The whispers grow into silent screams,
Yet in the chaos, a quiet peace resides,
In the hidden corners where solitude abides.

The labyrinth winds with no clear path,
Through the swirling storm of a mind’s aftermath,
Yet amidst the tempest, a light flickers bright,
A beacon of hope in the endless night.