Shadows

Lines in the dirt, shapes in the sand,

Marks of a place I can't understand.

Buildings rise, then drift away,

Patterns murmur but never stay.

Shadows speak, the ground hums,

Paths to a place where silence runs.

Not my making, not my plan,

Just fragments scattered across the sand.

Walls that shiver, roads that bend,

Cycles return, they never end.

Traces linger where shadows crawl,

I reach for them, but lose it all.

Shadows whisper, the earth hums,

Maps to a place where reason numbs.

Not my story, not my hand,

Just echoes drawn beneath the land.

The ground hums low, the scars remain,

The truth lies buried inside the pain.

I stretch too far, I'm moving blind,

The edges crumble, no code to find.

Lines reveal, the map is ash,

This world's a shadow, a fleeting flash.

Trace them long, and I might find,

A border drawn outside the mind.