I walk through the haze,
A ghost in my own skin,
Chasing shadows of dreams I never caught,
Whispers of a love I've never known.
The world spins,
Flickers of stars fading into morning light,
And I wonder if I've been searching for something
That doesn't exist,
Or if it's always been right in front of me.
I've loved broken thingsâ
The kind of love that leaves you empty,
But still, I chase it,
Like the sun sinking into the ocean,
Knowing it will rise again,
But never quite the same.
Maybe it's freedom I crave,
Or just a reason to keep moving,
To sing through the silence
Until the melody leads me home.
But for now,
I'm lost in the echoes,
Trying to find meaning in the spaces
Between what is and what could have been.