In the labyrinth of my silent thoughts,Where echoes of the past softly tread,I find myself a wanderer, lost,In shadows where forgotten dreams are spread.The moon whispers secrets in a tender glow,As stars weave tales of paths untold,Yet here I stand, unsure and slow,In a world where warmth turns cold.Through misty veils of uncertainty’s night,I seek the dawn, a guiding light,But all I find is fading sight,A dance with shadows, a whispered fright.Yet in this maze of silence deep,Hope flickers in the dark like distant beams,For even lost souls, in time, will sweepThrough dreams reborn, carried by streams.