On the edge of dreaming,
Reality and ideals intertwine,
The future, like fog,
Blurs the sight.
Cracks within the heart,
Leak a sliver of light,
Is it hope? Despair?
Or an unnamed direction.
A dance of shadow and light,
In the crevices of time and space,
Seeking that subtle stroke,
The color of life, faint yet profound.
