In the depths of silence, where shadows dance in circles

In the depths of silence, where shadows dance in circles, A veil of illusions settles over lost thoughts, Philosophers wander on misty paths, seeking truth, Yet in the abyss of their minds, the phantoms of their vanity hide. Through labyrinths of melted wax, they weave words of smoke, In their temples of thoughts, they raise walls of self-deception, For each knows that their dogmas are but shifting sands, And still, they wear their mantle of wisdom with pride. An echo of truth is heard, like a whisper from another world, But who among them will dare to leave their mirage behind? In their eyes, the shine of glory hides the pure light, And they choose to feed their souls with nameless, hollow illusions. In the dead of night, when stars fall like crystal tears, The philosopher watches his shadow dance on the walls of his mind, And wonders, in the cosmic silence, where meaning hides, But the answer is a wave crashing upon the shores of eternity. Through veils of mystery, we travel, bound by unseen threads, Seeking truth like a jewel lost in time, But in this game of illusions, who will ever distinguish, The pure truth from the sweet dream that holds us captive at night? And so, we remain alone, in the darkness of our thoughts, Searching for meanings among the stars, in the silence of eternity, But perhaps one day, we will find the light that will unbind us, From the chains of the mind, and we will drift free toward the unknown infinite.