In the labyrinth of thoughts we wander,
A dance of shadows in the quiet night,
Threads of consciousness softly sunder,
Tangled dreams in the dimmest light.

Whispers float on the silent breeze,
Echoes of past and future entwined,
Seeking solace, a moment to seize,
In the corridors of the restless mind.

The heart’s whispers, a gentle guide,
Through the tumult of unseen fears,
In the depths where secrets hide,
A tapestry woven with silent tears.

Yet in the quiet, a voice will rise,
From the shadows, a spark of hope,
Through the darkness, a new sunrise,
In the soul’s journey, we learn to cope.