Shattered glass, a mirror to the mind,
Reflections bent, twisted, undefined.
Thoughts collide like electric rain,
Patterns formed, then broken again.
A fractured world, a shattered sky,
Colors bleed, and reasons die.
We speak in silence, in fractured rhyme,
Echoes of a forgotten time.
Time is a loop, a broken string,
A melody played by an absent king.
In the dance of chaos, we find our place,
A swirl of meaning in empty space.
Who are we, but fractured light,
Shining in the dark, without sight?
The world is a puzzle, the pieces fall,
We are the fragments, the answers, the call.
