In the mirror of desires, a shadow stands,
Clutching dreams with solitary hands.
The world spins, yet eyes see none,
A heart beats, but only for one.

Whispers call from the depths within,
Promises of joy, yet tangled in sin.
A fortress built with walls so high,
Sheltering the echoes of a selfish sigh.

The sun rises, yet the soul remains cold,
Chasing glimmers of fool’s gold.
A journey walked on a narrow lane,
Bound by the chains of personal gain.

In solitude, the whispers grow loud,
A lonely figure lost in the crowd.
Seeking solace in a fleeting embrace,
Yet finding only an empty space.