Between the shards of a broken dream,

A silent road flows like a stream.

Each piece a story, a world apart,

A fragile dance of a fractured heart.

Through scattered trails where echoes fade,

A path unwinds in the quiet cascade.

The weight of stars in the stillness hums,

Guiding the steps of what’s to come.

On the path of fragments, where shadows play,

A fleeting spark lights the way.

Through the dust of ages, soft and slow,

A timeless rhythm, a fragile glow.

Among the whispers of ancient stone,

A song emerges, cold and alone.

The pieces turn in an endless flight,

A fleeting glimpse in the endless night.

Through scattered trails where echoes fade,

A path unwinds in the quiet cascade.

The weight of stars in the stillness hums,

Guiding the steps of what’s to come.

On the path of fragments, where shadows play,

A fleeting spark lights the way.

The space between, a restless tide,

Holding secrets the dark can’t hide.

Each turn, each shift, a fleeting sign,

A map of wonders, a fleeting line.

On the path of fragments, where shadows play,

A fleeting spark lights the way.

Through the dust of ages, soft and slow,

A timeless rhythm, a fragile glow.

And as I wander through this fragile maze,

Each piece a memory, a distant blaze.

On this path of fragments, soft and bright,

I’ll drift forever into the night.