In the quiet of the night, I wander,
Through corridors of echoing whispers,
Where shadows dance upon the walls,
And silence tells stories of yesteryears.
Once, my heart knew the way,
Guided by stars and unbroken dreams,
But now the constellations fade,
Into a sky of unending grey.
I search for fragments of who I was,
In the mirrors of timeâs forgotten hall,
Yet reflections scatter like autumn leaves,
Lost to the winds of change and fall.
Still, deep within the fading light,
A whisper calls from distant shores,
A promise of rediscovery awaits,
In the embrace of new dawns and open doors.