In the quiet chambers of the mind,Where shadows dance and dreams unwind,A labyrinth of thoughts we weave,In silent whispers, we believe.The echoes of the past entwine,With hopes and fears that intertwine,Through corridors of light and shade,In search of truths that never fade.Emotions rise like tides at sea,In waves of joy and agony,The heart and mind in constant play,In shadows deep and skies of gray.Yet through this maze, a light persists,A beacon in the misty mists,Guiding us through night and day,As we journey forth, come what may.