Reflection
The road whispered its secrets,
murmurings entwined with shadows,
lost steps echoing over factual misconceptions.
From corridors unraveled, thoughts,
splintering, like the old oak’s roots beneath,
paths untrodden, etched on my soles forgotten.
Beneath the Surface
Each turn reveals; no promises are kept.
Fleeting moments seizing,
whisper|echo|silence|echo|repeat.
Dissonant harmonies
of unspoken vows
nudging thoughtless dreams—
did I choose this current or drifted?