Scattered Pages

In a room where the walls keep shifting, Colors swirl, whispers softly drifting. Clock ticks loud but time’s a blur, Every echo holds a tale I once were. Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights, Juggling dreams on these restless nights. Like a map with no north star, Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar. Books lay open, stories half-told, My mind’s a library, but the cold Creeps in through the cracks in the pane, As I try to stitch the seams of my scattered brain. Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights, Juggling dreams on these restless nights. Like a map with no north star, Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar. Silent storms brew behind calm eyes, Each heartbeat skips, wearing a disguise. Snow falls on the summer’s eve, I gather scattered leaves, too swift to grieve. Every thought’s a whisper in the wind, Catching promises that I’ve never pinned. The world spins faster than I can dance, I’m lost in the rhythm, missing every chance. Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights, Juggling dreams on these restless nights. Like a map with no north star, Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar. In the quiet hours, when shadows play, I find a spark that might light the way. Wishing from afar. Silent storms brew behind calm eyes, Each heartbeat skips, wearing a disguise. Snow falls on the summer’s eve, I gather scattered leaves, too swift to grieve. Every thought’s a whisper in the wind, Catching promises that I’ve never pinned. The world spins faster than I can dance, I’m lost in the rhythm, missing every chance. Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights, Juggling dreams on these restless nights. Like a map with no north star, Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar. In the quiet hours, when shadows play, I find a spark that might light the way. Like a map with no north star, Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar. In the quiet hours, when shadows play, I find a spark that might light the way.