In the haze where shadows softly blend,
A mind adrift in whispers of the breeze,
Caught between the realms that never end,
A soul seeks solace in the silent seas.

Fragments of time unravel, lost in flight,
Moments slip through fingers, slipping fast,
In the dance of echoes veiled in night,
The present fades, a shadow of the past.

Eyes wide open, yet visions seem to blur,
The world a canvas painted in muted hues,
Voices distant, like dreams that softly stir,
In this quiet realm, the self is set to lose.

But in the drift, a gentle strength is found,
A resilience born from whispers in the void,
Though the mind may wander, unbound,
The heart remains, forever undestroyed.