In the shadowed corridors of thought,
Where reality blurs and dreams distort,
Lurks a whisper, silent yet loud,
In the depths of the mind, chaos is found.

A dance upon the edge of reason,
Where time bends, defying season,
Voices echo in endless refrain,
In the labyrinth of the insane.

Colors bleed in vivid hues,
Patterns shift and often confuse,
In the storm where sanity shatters,
Lost is the line where logic scatters.

Yet in this madness, a strange peace resides,
In the chaos where the soul hides,
A world unbound by rules of man,
In insanity, a hidden plan.