Mirrors of the Mind

Shifting shapes dissolve in whispers,

colors bleed beyond the edges,

time folds like paper cranes

in a room that never settles.

Voices echo in fractured glass,

fractals bloom in empty space,

thoughts unravel like silk threads,

weaving patterns no one traces.

A hand reaches through the haze—

touching nothing, touching everything,

lost between the lines of meaning,

caught in the silent spinning.

Here, the mind is a labyrinth,

where reality slips and slides—

a dance of shadows and reflections,

a dream that never decides.