corridors carved in shadow, reflections of a self unseen
whispers brushing past, phantom footsteps tracing a path through thought
each turn reveals another you, lurking, echoing, catching breaths
mirrors whisper secrets they dare not hold, reflection on reflection
are you the one moving forward? or are you following an echo
of whispers that lead nowhere, perhaps everywhere
footsteps retrograde in the labyrinth written long ago, when
did we start this journey, who scripted these lines in memory
distant echo... versus silent whisper... labyrinth untangles...
corridors once bright in illusion
now dimmed under the weight of revealing mirrors
reflections of reflections, when your shadow speaks, does it echo
or does it speak, a voice entangled in corridors
a reflection waits, where labyrinths meet, crossroads of remembrance
the self you chase is merely you paused at reflection
are these corridors a part of you, or your shadow's plaything
find your way through shadows
embark on another path in the labyrinth:
murmurs
or retrace familiar echoes:
whispers