Passive Remedies

In the gentle hum of static, not unlike the whisper of forgotten dreams,
I find the echo of a hollow chamber,
reflecting the soft glow of potential untraveled.

What remedy can quiet the mind,
when passion wanes like a fading sunset,
drenched in hues of pink and lost opportunity?

To listen to the quiet pains of what once was,
is to embrace the stillness;
a daunting journey into a foggy abyss, where truths linger like shadows.

Echoes that resonate, unheeded,
through endless halls,
the temple of echoing thoughts.