In the shadowed maze of winding streets,
Where whispers of the past softly meet,
I wander through the echoes of the night,
Searching for a distant, flickering light.

The stars above, they seem so far away,
Guiding dreams that silently sway,
Yet in this void, I’m caught between,
The known, the lost, the unseen.

Voices call from corners dim and cold,
Stories of secrets left untold,
In the quiet, I find my silent plea,
To unravel the mysteries surrounding me.

Amidst the chaos, a gentle breeze,
Carries the scent of forgotten trees,
And though I roam without a map,
I find solace in this endless gap.