I wander through the corridors of my mind

I wander through the corridors of my mind, a labyrinth of echoes and whispers, Where each heartbeat is a drummer of destiny, and each breath a sigh of the cosmos. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet—all are bound by the threads of imagination, A tapestry of madness, love, and creation, each thread, an untold story. The lunatic, lost in his own abyss, sees devils where none dare tread, His mind a vast inferno, a prison of phantoms and fears, Where every shadow is a specter, every whisper, a scream, A world where reality bends and breaks, shattering into shards of despair. The lover, consumed by the flames of passion, sees beauty in the most improbable places, Helen's grace in the brow of Egypt, his heart a cauldron of desire and ardor, His soul dances on the edge of reason, a waltz of ecstasy and sorrow, Where every glance is a promise, every touch, a whisper of eternity. And then, the poet, with eyes that see beyond the veil, Glances from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, in a frenzy of creation, His pen a wand that conjures worlds from the void, giving form to the formless, Turning airy nothing into shapes, dreams into reality, shadows into light. In this enchanted twilight, I feel the pulse of their existence, A rhythm that resonates with the deepest parts of my soul, As imagination breathes life into the unknown, crafting stories from the ether, Each word, a spell, each verse, a thread in the infinite tapestry of time. The moon, a silent witness to my musings, casts its silver gaze upon the world, Turning night into a canvas of dreams, a stage for the dance of shadows. And in its light, I see the reflections of the lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Their lives intertwined in the delicate web of my thoughts, Each one a mirror, reflecting the facets of my own existence. In the end, we are all lunatics, lovers, and poets, Lost in the labyrinth of our minds, where imagination reigns supreme, Each moment a spark of madness, each heartbeat, a note of love, each breath, a whisper of poetry. And as we journey through the realms of our own creation, We leave behind a legacy of dreams and desires, a testament to the magic within us, A poem that sings through the ages, a melody that never fades.