In the silent corridors of my mind,
Where whispers of reality softly fade,
I wander through shadows undefined,
In a realm where echoes serenade.

Time drifts like leaves upon a stream,
Carrying fragments of forgotten dreams,
I lose myself in the gentle seam,
Between what is and what only seems.

Faces blur in the misty light,
Voices merge into a distant hum,
I float on the edge of day and night,
Where the self I know is quietly numb.

Yet in this haze, I seek a spark,
A tether to the world once known,
To find my way out of the dark,
And reclaim the truth as my own.