We dive into the abyss of the mind, seeking the shimmering remnants
of our selves reflecting upon shadows, mirrored by infinite depths.
The whispers of waves tell tales of unanswered riddles, coils of thought,
transcending time—a struggle against the undercurrents of certainty.
Here lies a question, floating like driftwood:
Is the reflection seen glimmering on the surface
merely an illusion, a play of light upon water?
Riddled with confessions, we swim through fever dreams—
the octopus of regret wraps around our subconscious,
ink spills facts once solid, now elusive, as shadows dance.
Each choice made, a coral reef, vibrant yet fragile,
washed by tides of consequence—sending ripples through the into
the void of existence, challenging the essence of being.