Vision: The Mirage of Thought

In the quiet hum of electric whispers,
where shadows cast by flickering neon,
I wander through corridors of collapsing light,
seeking not solace but the echo
of a voice long forgotten.

The sage in solitude murmurs,
weaving tales of crystalline sands,
where the mirage dances, ephemeral,
revealing visions of untouched realities,
obscured by the veil of dew-drenched dreams.

And what is truth but a transient wave,
rippling through the endless dunes of thought?
What is wisdom, if not the acceptance
of illusions as companions
in the labyrinth of the mind?