In this mind's vast expanse, a congress convenes,
A gathering of selves, each with their own dreams.
The one called Hope, she dances and sings,
Through memories and moments, like autumn leaves.

There's Rage, who roars with a tempest's might,
A protector, a sentinel, in the dark of night.
Wisdom sits quietly, with a gaze so deep,
Offering silent counsel, even as you sleep.

Fear, he skulks in shadows, ever near,
Whispering doubts and...