Entropy whispers softly
Through corridors not easily traversed
The walls hear echoes of forgotten truths
Where silence speaks louder than any word.
A question never asked is a path untrodden.
Outside the realm of certainty, we dance silently
Among shadows that flicker like untrustworthy friends.
Every corner turned reveals a new horizon
One that overlaps the fabric of elusive dreams
Clarity fades softly, like an unwritten promise.
Listen closely to what isn't there.
Time slips through the fingers of the maze
As space folds in on itself.
In the labyrinth of thoughts, silence is a companion
Mysterious and unyielding, it mirrors our own whispers
To seek is to get lost, to lose is to find oneself.
Have you ever wondered about the paths not taken?
They spiral infinitely, each a whisper of what could be.
Is the maze a prison, or is it freedom's shape?