In the quiet corners of my mind,
Thoughts weave like threads of silk,
Dancing to the silent rhythm,
A tapestry of dreams and fears.
Whispers echo in the vast expanse,
Where shadows of doubt linger,
Yet hope flickers like a distant star,
Guiding through the endless night.
Memories paint the walls within,
Each stroke a tale untold,
Colors blend in hues of time,
A canvas of the heart and soul.
In solitude, I find the voice,
A symphony of whispered truths,
Thoughts, like waves, ebb and flow,
In the ocean of my wandering mind.