In the quiet chambers of my mind,
Thoughts flutter like butterflies,
Each one a whisper, a fragment of time,
Dancing on the edge of reality.
Memories blend with dreams untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Emotions rise, a storm in the soul,
Seeking solace, seeking control.
In the labyrinth of ideas profound,
Echoes of wisdom softly resound,
Questions bloom like flowers in spring,
Each one a mystery, a song to sing.
As dusk settles and shadows fall,
The mind’s whispers begin to call,
Guiding me through the night serene,
To a place where thoughts and dreams convene.