In a realm where memories dance and sway,
I find myself wandering, lost yet unfazed.
A world of echoes, of past whispered plays,
Its chaos, a storm, vision often hazed.
Yet in this turmoil, a silent solace I find,
A haven for thoughts, reordering the mind.
The tumultuous sea, now a tranquil lake,
In solitude’s embrace, clarity I partake.
Trends, like fleeting shadows, eclipse the sun,
Purpose dims beneath their transient run.
The race blurs lines between passion and sight,
In the rush for acclaim, we lose our inner light.
But amidst this whirlwind of forgotten dreams,
A spark ignites, a subtle, steady beam.
For in the heart of chaos lies a hidden truth,
A path to rediscover the fervor of youth.
So I stand amidst the echoes, undeterred,
My vision, once blurred, now assured.
In this labyrinth of life, I embrace the quest,
To find meaning in chaos, and in passion, rest.