In the dim-lit hallways of our minds, we wander,
Seeking only the echoes of our own desires,
The world outside, a distant murmur,
As selfishness fuels our inner fires.
The mirror becomes our closest friend,
Reflecting dreams that never end,
A heart that beats for one alone,
In a sphere of self, weâve grown.
The hands that reach, the eyes that see,
Are bound by chains of “me, me, me,”
And in this cage of our own making,
We find the soul is slowly breaking.
Yet in the silence, a whisper calls,
To break the selfish, towering walls,
For in the sharing and the giving,
Lies the true essence of living.