In the maze of wandering thoughts,
I drift through echoes of forgotten dreams,
Shadows whisper in silent corners,
Guiding me to nowhere it seems.
The stars above, distant and cold,
Offer no solace to the weary mind,
Each step a question unanswered,
Each breath a moment left behind.
Paths twist and turn in endless loops,
Mapping the soul’s uncharted land,
Yet in this solitude, a quiet hope,
That one day I will understand.
Until then, I wander through the mist,
A seeker of light in the shadow’s embrace,
Lost yet longing, bound yet free,
Waiting for dawn’s gentle grace.