In the depths of thought, I dive,
Seeking truths that keep alive,
Yet as I ponder, I confess —
Perception's touch can often bless.

Amidst the echoes of the mind,
Whispers of purpose intertwined,
I grasp at thoughts that swiftly flee,
Like shadows cast across the sea.

A puzzle formed of thoughts unseen,
I hold the pieces in between,
How fleeting is this grasp I find,
As they slip through the hands of time.

Oh, can I hold them, firm and tight,
Defying the currents of endless night?
Can I shield them from fate's cruel scheme,
And rescue them from an endless dream?

In the realm where consciousness streams,
I chase the fragments of...