Circular echo, spiraling thoughts
Missed connections, looping always,
"Mistakes were made, whispers held tight,"
A thousand voices inside the silence,
Where does the memory dissolve?
Shadows of moments creeping, peeling layers off shadows,
The thrum of unthought—repeat.
Echoes of forgotten words
Contemplative pauses, the clock chimes without time,
Tangled patterns beneath skin,
Forgotten roots in concrete. Sound of rain where is the rain?
"Today, like yesterday, fades into nothing,"
Fragments dissolve, float into pixels.
Woven paths in the static.
Fragments of a fractured dream
Where the shadows extend their hands
Countless attempts to unmake a thought,
"What's once was never was, what is now?"
A rhythm persists, unbroken, chirping alone.