In the heart of the wilderness, shadows drift and sway,
Fading echoes in the silence, where the lost ones stray.
Footprints lead in circles, through a tangled night,
A labyrinth of whispers that pulls me out of sight.
Remnants of the stories that were whispered by the trees,
Fragments of the laughter carried softly on the breeze.
The moonlight paints the pathways where the hidden secrets lie,
I can hear the distant howls as the restless spirits sigh.
Caught inside this riddle, where the edges start to blur,
I chase the fading memories, seeking solace in a stir.
Every corner tells a tale, every turn could be the one,
But the autumn leaves are falling, like a race I've never won.
The stars align in patterns, like the threads of fate entwined,
A compass lost in time, only shadows left behind.
Yet I’ll wander through the darkness, through the thicket and the thorn,
Searching for a whisper of the life that I was born.
In this maze of haunting beauty, where the night reveals its breath,
I’ll find a way to navigate through the echoes of my rest.
Though the howls may call my name, I’ll stand strong and tall,
For the wilderness around me is alive—I feel it all.
So I’ll gather up the remnants, pieces of the night,
In this labyrinth of fading dreams, I will find my light.
And as the dawn breaks softly, painting skies anew,
I’ll carry every lesson, in the wilderness with you.
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