In the shadowy corridor of my thoughts,
where walls bend and whispers murmur,
I grasp glimmers of what is,
and what could have been.
Have you ever danced with echoes?
Laughter and lament intertwine,
like strands in a tapestry invisible,
a chaotic symphony played by hands unseen.
Inside the funhouse mirror,
reflections are not as they seem—
elongated truths and condensed lies
skew the reality beyond recognition.
Yet in this distortion,
there lies a harmony
that defies the plainness
of the straight road.
When was the last time a shadow sang?
Embrace the crooked smile
of reflections passed,
the serenade of silence
in a world turned upside down.
Serene Chaos | Whimsical Discord
And so, the shadows murmur
their chaotic harmony,
symphonies of the disoriented
lost in a reverie of twists and turns.