Thoughts are like ripples,
Cast in the ocean of the mind,
Each echo unveils another layer,
A frequency resonating through
The quiet corridors of existence.

Imagine a fractal thought,
Each segment spiraling in upon itself,
Revealing and concealing,
The recursive nature of understanding.

What are these voices,
Faint and whispering across
The void of time?
Are they memories,
Or shadows of futures unmet?

In the silence, frequencies hum,
A cosmic symphony of introspection.