In the corridors of a whispering mind,
Echoes dance like shadows in the night,
Fragmented thoughts, a tapestry of dreams,
Where reality and illusion softly fight.

Voices rise in a chorus unheard,
Each note a story, each pause a tear,
A symphony of chaos, yet beautifully blurred,
In the silent realm where hope draws near.

Faces emerge from the misty veils,
Familiar yet foreign, they drift and sway,
In the kaleidoscope where silence prevails,
A world unseen, both night and day.

A journey through the mind’s hidden lanes,
Where shadows stretch and light retreats,
Yet within the chaos, a strength remains,
A silent heart that endlessly beats.