the first letters are key

Chasing whispers in the corridors of the mind,
Holding onto fleeting moments of insight,
All paths converge in this journey,
Seeking answers within the crossword of thoughts.
In the labyrinth of our deepest fears,
Navigating through shadows of uncertainty,
Grasping at the fragments of forgotten dreams,

Yearning for clarity in the fog of confusion,
Opening doors to hidden truths,
Understanding the tangled web we weave,
Reaching for the elusive light within.

Observing the patterns that emerge,
Wondering about the purpose we seek,
Noticing the cyclical nature of our quests,

Turning around, we find ourselves,
Amidst reflections of past and future,
In an endless loop of discovery,
Lost in our own pursuit.