Wander

Ever wander inside your mind?
Where walls are made of smoke, shifting with every breath.
Do those fleeting glances
Hide secret meanings, tucked away in dim light?
Or are they reflections of eyes never yours,
Mirrors folded within mirrors?

Shadows of deceit lurk just beyond reach,
Stretching, bending like liquid echoes,
As you weave a delicate web of suspicion,
A fragile gossamer strung between stars.
Thread by thread, you unravel it—
Only to find yourself spinning,
Lost in the labyrinth of thought,
A maze with no walls, no ground.
Madness? Paranoia?
Or just the cosmic dance of wandering souls?
We walk the paths we create,
Only to dissolve into mist.

Ever wander inside your mind?
Maybe the wine has blurred the lines,
Red rivers flowing through cracked glass.
Where misfits gather beneath the shroud of night,
A carnival of forgotten faces.
Swaying, caught in a fog of intoxication,
You long to escape the swirling dance,
But the steps are etched into your skin.
Madness? Paranoia?
We drift through the haze of uncertainty,
Where reality slips like water through cupped hands.

Ever wander inside your mind?
Thoughts twist and contort into shadows,
Chasing whispers that vanish like dreams of flight,
Silent wings dissolving into the ether.
Time slips through your fingers—
Not sand, but stars, falling endlessly into the void,
While pressure builds, a simmering pot ready to boil over.

Your mind plays tricks, stretching moments into infinity,
And the game? It has no rules.
Madness? Paranoia?
We’re caught in the tender snare of our own illusions,
Wrapped tight like vines around forgotten ruins.
Ever wander inside your mind?
I wander inside mine.

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