In corridors of shadowed halls,
Where echoes dance on ancient walls,
The mind, a maze of twists and turns,
In secret chambers, knowledge burns.
A fleeting thought, a whispered breeze,
Can sow the seeds of great unease,
Or plant a dream where doubt once stood,
Yet none can grasp it as they should.
The mind, a puppeteer unknown,
Pulls strings we think are all our own,
Yet shadows flicker in disguise,
Beneath the surface, truth belies.
Illusions rise, a mirror’s gleam,
Deceiving sight, distorting scheme,
What’s real or not, we cannot say—
The mind decides how we obey.
It twists perception, warps our view,
What seems so false might well be true,
And what is real, so oft denied,
Can spin the world and warp the tide.
In dreams, it leads us far astray,
To places light could never stay,
A single thought, a phantom’s wile,
Can charm the heart, the soul beguile.
A fleeting glance, a lingering word,
Can conjure feelings deep, unheard,
And thoughts once buried, long dismissed,
Are stirred anew in twisted mist.
For in the mind, the rules bend thin,
Where lies and truths do oft begin,
A spark of fear, a hint of doubt,
Can let the trickster’s mind creep out.
The trick is simple, yet profound,
It’s in the silence, in the sound,
The mind can twist and blur the line,
Between the real and the divine.
So who can say what’s truly clear,
When all is shaped by whispered fear?
For in the labyrinth we dwell,
A riddle bound in shadowed spell.
Now tread the line where reason frays,
Where clarity and chaos play,
And wonder, friend, if what you see,
Is just a thought—or destiny?
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Thanks!
You have such a gift for writing poetry! The rhyming, the cadence of it when read out loud, or not, is amazing and well done! Have a great day!
Thank you very much for your kind words! I appreciate your insight as well. I hope you have a great night. 😎