In the corridors of silent dreams,
I wander through echoes of forgotten schemes.
Lost in shadows that dance and sway,
Chasing whispers that fade away.

Mirrors reflect a shattered guise,
Pieces of me in the endless skies.
Each fragment tells a story untold,
Of a soul once vibrant, now growing cold.

Footsteps falter on paths unclear,
As the heart battles its silent fear.
Searching for light in the depths of night,
A glimmer of hope, a guiding light.

Yet within the chaos, a gentle call,
A reminder that I am not lost at all.
For in the maze of my own reflection,
Lies the map to my own resurrection.