Reverie Unfurled

You know, sometimes I wonder, if you stare long enough into the depths of a pattern, does it start to look back at you? Maybe it's just the mind trying to find shapes in the chaos, like staring at clouds. Ever done that? Found dragons in the mist?

The clock ticks in spirals,
and dreams are just echoes of echoes.
You see yourself in a fractured mirror
and wonder why the pieces don't match.

Somewhere, a saxophone plays
the notes of a distant past
that was never yours.

You follow a path
into a forest of thoughts,
where each tree recounts
the tales of a wanderer
who lost their way.

I guess that's the beauty of it, right?
Finding not what you seek,
but the stories hidden in the shadows
of your searching gaze.

Close the Portal