In the corridors of thought we dwell,
Silent whispers, tales to tell.
A labyrinth of dreams and fears,
Winding paths through fleeting years.
Moments captured in shadowed light,
Reflections dance in endless night.
Within the mind, a world unfolds,
Stories of the untold.
Echoes linger, unanswered calls,
In the vast halls of memory’s walls.
A gentle breeze stirs the air,
Carrying whispers everywhere.
Yet in the chaos, peace may lie,
In the quiet depths where secrets sigh.
The mind, a realm of endless grace,
Forever seeking its own place.