In the quiet chambers of the mind,
Whispers of dreams softly unwind,
A dance of shadows, light, and sound,
Where lost and found are forever bound.

Through corridors of endless night,
Ideas take flight, in pure delight,
A tapestry of woven threads,
Where hope and dread share their beds.

Beyond the veil of conscious sight,
Lies a realm of eternal light,
The mind, a canvas vast and grand,
Paints worlds unseen by mortal hand.

In this labyrinth, deep and wide,
Truth and illusion side by side,
A journey through the inner space,
Where every thought leaves a trace.