In the alley of lost hopes,
Whispers of shadows weave,
Promises wrapped in smoke,
A silent echo, hard to believe.

Chasing dreams through hazy nights,
Where illusions dance and play,
A fleeting touch of borrowed light,
Drowning in the twilight’s sway.

The mind, a captive in its cage,
Bound by chains unseen,
Yearning for freedom’s embrace,
In a world where nothing’s as it seems.

Yet even in the darkest hour,
A glimmer of truth may arise,
To break the spell of the phantom power,
And open weary eyes.