A twist of fate, rewind and repeat. Within the coils of thought’s embrace.

Dreams play on old vinyl, scratchy and surreal. Echoes never fade.

Voices in the void, seeking solace in cyclic cadence.

Each spoken line, a step further in.

A whisper of purpose denied, mirroring moments.

Time's tangle unravels, indecipherable dances of reflection.

Unspoken truths hang, suspended in perpetual dusk.

Wander and wonder, looping eternal.

Journey without destination, adrift in morose melodies.