They ask me, “What’s the shape of your dream?”
I answer in riddles, shadows unseen.
Walking through reflections, a maze of thought,
Searching for the fire I think I forgot.
Am I a mirror to someone else’s soul?
Tracing footsteps just to feel whole?
Caught between horizons, too scared to stray,
What if the truth lies the other way?
The clock ticks loud, but I don’t move,
Lost in patterns I can’t undo.
Each layer fades, unraveling me,
Wearing masks that never let me breathe.
Ashamed of the silence, it burns inside,
A storm of questions I can’t deny.
What dreams lie buried beneath the stone?
I’m searching deep, but they’re still unknown.
I thought I was whole, safe from the ache,
But one word shattered what I couldn’t fake.
Folding my edges to fit their lines,
Afraid to speak, I let their truth define.
Once I burned bright with a radiant flame,
But the world whispered and stole my name.
Temptation dressed in a fleeting glow,
Left me hollow where the light used to grow.
Ashamed of the silence, it burns inside,
A storm of questions I can’t deny.
What dreams lie buried beneath the stone?
I’m searching deep, but they’re still unknown.
Now I stand on the edge of a faceless crowd,
Better a raw voice than silence loud.
This road bends sharp, it cuts like glass,
But the fear won’t last, the fear won’t last.