A night whispers truths the daylight hides,
beneath the veil of slumberous tides.
The sugary spirals twisted about my mind,
cascading dreams like ribbons around a spool,
unfurling with secrets the conscious deny.
Can you hear the echo of your own thoughts
as they bounce off the walls of imagination?
Listen, listen closely—the echoes speak to you with tender tales.
The circle, the eternal return,
of thoughts weaving memory's fabric.
Some paths lead to nowhere,
like trailing shadows beneath the
lunar glow. Follow through
here and find
what lies beyond the visible.
As I wind through this inner kaleidoscope,
the unsaid remains ensnared in a
web of what could be, what might be,
or perhaps never to be.