In the mirror of my thoughts, shadows dance and play,
Whispers of a world unseen, in night and light of day.
Voices call from corners dark, where logic fades away,
A labyrinth of echoes, in which my mind does sway.

Through corridors of silence, I wander lost and lone,
Seeking solace in the twilight, where reality is shown.
Faces in the mist appear, then swiftly they are gone,
Fleeting as the morning dew, before the break of dawn.

The tapestry of dreams unfurls, a mosaic of my mind,
Fragments of a shattered whole, in chaos intertwined.
Yet within this storm of thoughts, a quiet strength I find,
The courage to embrace the storm, though vision is confined.

In the heart of swirling doubt, a beacon faint and true,
Guides me through the tempest, where hope begins to brew.
In the dance of shadows, I find the light anew,
For within the echoes of the mind, lies strength to see me through.