In shadows deep where silence starts to creep,
The weight of striving drapes like heavy mist.
A clock unwinds, its hands in thoughts that sleep,
Yet echoes shout of goals that can’t be missed.
With heavy hearts, the weary wander home,
Each sigh a ghost of burdens barely shed.
The stillness cracks, like ice beneath a dome,
As fates collide—the old self’s left for dead.
......
In shadows deep where silence starts to creep,
The weight of striving drapes like heavy mist.
A clock unwinds, its hands in thoughts that sleep,
Yet echoes shout of goals that can’t be missed.
With heavy hearts, the weary wander home,
Each sigh a ghost of burdens barely shed.
The stillness cracks, like ice beneath a dome,
As fates collide—the old self’s left for dead.
......