In the endless labyrinth, we lose our echo among the shadows
In the endless labyrinth, we lose our echo among the shadows,
Spirals of thoughts dance across the sky of forgotten dreams.
People become particles of smoke in the ocean of masses,
Estranged, voiceless, they seek light in the crystal darkness.
The ego becomes an altar of illusions, glass statues shining,
Trying to break the silence with the cry of a silent rainbow.
Wealth is a window to a horizon that doesn't exist,
Fame is just a falling star in the endless night.
We are drifting comets, seeking our path among dreams,
Mist flowers embracing the sky with a scent of melancholy.
In the symphony of silence, paradoxes sing their longing for light,
Uniqueness is a shadow, a dream of a common soul.
We paint galaxies of thoughts on the sky of a fragile reality,
Our flight is a fall into the arms of an infinite glass.
Stars weep silver tears in the twilight of a forgotten world,
We are sculptures of time, seeking our place in eternity.
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