Second Lane

Beyond the city’s forgotten edges, there lies an alley where time whispers secrets only to those willing to listen, silently unraveling reflections of realities uncaptured and scenes unseen.

The sky above, an ever-changing tapestry, not bound by the whims of meteorology, paints emotions into the void with hues unintelligible by day-to-day perception.

Here, paths diverge within the mind, forming two lanes of thought: one paved with certainty, the other an invitation to wander. The second lane is seldom visible, often obscured by the veil of what has been, yet eternally present in the heart of dreams.

Consider the footfalls left behind—a constellation of choices, silent witnesses to an odyssey through self. What remains unspoken, however, holds more gravity than all utterances combined.

“Reality”, a flexible line sketched in sand, is shaped by the unseen forces of dreams, ambitions, and whispered regrets. As one walks, the path sings a tune—a melody that can only be heard by those with the courage to turn their gaze inward.