Echo of Oblivion

In the silence, there is a whisper
A voice that sings of things unseen
Over and over, the echo
Into the void, into the past

What do we remember, what do we forget?
In the folds of time, memories linger
Repeating, repeating, the pattern emerges
The cycle of thought, the circle of dreams

Step by step, the journey unfolds
In the shadows of consciousness
Where the echoes fade, there is peace
In oblivion, there is a strange comfort