A solitary coin is tossed into the well of your musings
Each thought, a reverberation of its own existence,
Resonates through the caverns of your mind,
Resembling a haunting whisper.

A penny for your thoughts,
Do the pages of your past scream with crowded texts,
A clamor of narratives strained voice.
The currency multiplies,
Not in value but in the weight of the tales it bears

A penny for your thoughts,
Do your gray exhibit unfold,
Silent pleas,
Waiting to be unraveled by the discerning eye.
The...