In the quiet corners of a restless night,

Where shadows dance and flicker with light,

A symphony of voices softly calls,

Echoes of thoughts that rise and fall.

A world adorned in colors so bright,

Yet tangled in webs of fear and fright,

Reality bends, a fragile thread,

As whispers of doubt swirl in the head.

Faces appear, then fade away,

In the theater of dreams where the lost souls play,

A kaleidoscope of visions, vivid and strange,

Each moment a puzzle, each thought a change.

Yet in the chaos, a spark can ignite,

A glimpse of the beauty that hides in the night,

For within the tempest, there lies a song,

A heart that beats fiercely, resilient and strong.

Through the labyrinth of the mind's vast expanse,

They seek out the light, they yearn for a chance,

To weave their own story, to find their own voice,

In a world that can tremble, yet still rejoice.

So let us listen, with open hearts wide,

To the tales of the dreamers who walk by our side,

For in every struggle, there’s strength to be found,

In the whispers of minds that dance all around.