In this dim-lit hour, dusk's melody softly plays,
A soul drifts on silk whispers, where the shadow sways.
Echoes of what was, in the heart's hidden maze,
Fortress of self crumbles, under life's piercing gaze.
Oh, how we flexed, cloaked in ego's grand display,
Blinded by our own hype, in spirit's quiet decay.
But in night's gentle hold, truth strips the masque away,
Only in vibing for others, does the soul find its true sway.
Starlit reflections on time's mirror, deep and vast,
Regrets flow like rivers, cutting through hearts amassed.
For the chill of lost warmth, for every love that passed,
In the chase for a fleeting crown, not seeing the die we cast.
Oh, how we flexed, cloaked in ego's grand display,
Blinded by our own hype, in spirit's quiet decay.
But in night's gentle hold, truth strips the masque away,
Only in vibing for others, does the soul find its true sway.
As shadows claim the twilight, and the world turns without a sound,
A heart serenades the moon, with truths profound.
For in letting go, in every sacrifice laid down,
Lies the path to redemption, where our true selves are found.
In twilight's tender surrender, beneath the moon's soft glow,
A soul finds its peace, letting the past's river flow.
For in every act of kindness, in love's gentle throw,
Lies the spirit's healing, the light we all can bestow.
Oh, how we flexed, cloaked in ego's grand display,
Blinded by our own hype, in spirit's quiet decay.
But in night's gentle hold, truth strips the masque away,
Only in vibing for others, does the soul find its true sway.
Let the final note resonate, thin yet clear,
A tale of what was lost, and what we hold dear.
For in love's quiet victory, the path becomes clear,
To the peace we all seek, the end of our fear.