Whispers echo in the corridors of doubt,
Each step a question seeking its own end.
Shadows dance with light, weaving tales,
Where clarity fades, confusion ascends.

Paths diverge in the forest of thought,
Leaves rustle secrets, yet none reveal.
The heart, a compass lost in its own beat,
Yearning for answers only silence can steal.

A mirror reflects what the mind cannot see,
Truths distorted in the ripples of fear.
Eyes search for meaning in the chaos,
Finding only mysteries that wander near.

Still, hope clings to the edge of night,
A fragile light in the fog of the unknown.
For in the heart of confusion lies a spark,
Waiting to guide the weary soul home.