Scattered thoughts
like pages torn from a book,
windswept corners of the world
where I look.
Chasing whispers,
fragments I can’t align,
somewhere on this journey,
I hope to find my mind.
I danced with delusions
on streets paved with dreams,
fleeting glimpses of clarity,
or so it seems.
Every stranger’s glance,
a mirror to my plight,
reflections in the glass,
fading into night.
Find my mind,
in the tangles of the fray,
lost in the wreckage
of the everyday.
Search the shadows,
where the truths are intertwined,
help me piece together
the puzzles left behind.
Through the haze, a light,
a sliver of hope,
clinging to the frayed ends
of a rope.
In the echo of my steps,
I hear the call,
the missing pieces
waiting to fall.
In the quiet, a whisper,
the pieces start to click,
every moment, every memory,
thick and quick.
Building a map
from the fragments I reclaim,
a trail back to myself,
whispering my name.