In silent corners where whispers fade,
I tread along paths where dreams are made,
Yet never find the place I crave,
A world that fits, a heart that’s brave.

Among the echoes of laughter’s sound,
I seek a rhythm where I am found,
But shadows dance in hollow tune,
And daylight hides behind the moon.

The colors blend but never stay,
In a canvas blurred and swept away,
I paint with hues that don’t belong,
To a melody of a distant song.

Still, I wander with hope in hand,
Through foreign lands of shifting sand,
To find a space where I am free,
A sanctuary meant for me.