Lost in the glow of a faded screen, Echoes of laughter in a distant dream. Shadows dance where the light once played, Memories linger, though the colors fade. Tracing lines on a broken map, Every turn leads me further back. A fleeting spark, a whispered name, A glimpse of youth in a fragile frame. Flickers of innocence, caught in the haze, Moments suspended in shimmering waves. Time bends and blurs, but I feel it still, The quiet light that refuses to chill. Neon reflections on a midnight ride, Chasing illusions where the heart collides. Pieces of yesterday scattered and torn, Yet in their fragments, a new dawn is born. Winding paths through the endless night, Chasing shadows bathed in gentle light. A fleeting touch, a silent refrain, A fragile truth in the pouring rain. Flickers of innocence, caught in the haze, Moments suspended in shimmering waves. Time bends and blurs, but I feel it still, The quiet light that refuses to chill. Like a pulse in the dark, A rhythm, a spark. It fades, it returns, As the world slowly turns. Flickers of innocence, soft and true, Guiding me forward, pulling me through. Though the years may distort what I’ve known, The glow of the past is never alone.