In the depths of silent nights,Where echoes of dreams once thrived,A soul wanders, seekingThe fragments of a forgotten self.

Amidst the whispers of the wind,Where doubts and fears entwine,The heart loses its melody,In the dance of time’s cruel jest.

Mirrors reflect a distant gaze,A visage unknown, unfamiliar,Lost in the maze of fleeting days,Yearning for the dawn of clarity.

Yet, within the darkness, hope remains,A flicker, a spark, a gentle flame,Guiding the weary spiritBack to the embrace of its own light.