Often my mind takes chaotic turns,
every thought in a frantic whirlwind;
Engaged in memories which seem unreal,
and futuristic images casting spells unkind.

The piercing voices provide awkward relief,
with their influential yet boisterous tones;
At times I'm afraid they'll turn into whispers,
on their path through the maze of the unknown.

Songs are soothing but some seem reckless,
a vortex of broken wishes once recalled;
Slithering sites cast upon the remnants,
of fragmented night time dreams unfulfilled.

The darkness envelops my inner being,
while through the mirror of life I'm scattered;
Daylight will rescue me from this--I'm certain,
yet wondering if my dusky visions mattered.