In the quiet chambers of my mind,
Me and my thoughts, intertwined.
A dance of shadows, a whispered rhyme,
In the silence, we bide our time.
 
Through the valleys of memory's stream,
Me and my thoughts, lost in a dream.
Echoes of laughter, tears unseen,
In solitude, we find our theme.
 
With every question, every doubt,
Me and my thoughts, we twist about.
Searching for answers, casting about,
In the...