In the echoes of the whispers, where truths unfold, I ponder the tales that my ears were told. A symphony of beliefs, a chorus in my mind, But I question the roots, what made them intertwine? A canvas painted with doctrines and lore, but who held the brush, what purpose it bore? Was it choice or a path I was guided along? In the sea of convictions, where do I belong? From the cradle to the present stand, I journey through beliefs, a shifting sand. Were they foundations or just fleeting mist? In this enigma of faith, where does truth exist? A dance with dogmas, a waltz with doubt, In the corridors of certainty, I wander about. The stories I've clung to, like stars in the night, Why do they guide me, what's hidden from sight? Navigating the currents of understanding, Unveiling the origins of beliefs commanding. In the pages of knowing, a story was thrown, Diving deep within, did I choose the seeds sown. Seeking the essence of my own perception, Unraveling the threads of introspection. A voyage through the maze of my own reflection. Challenging the roots of my own connection. Was I told, taught or did I choose to believe, in this cabalistic kaleidoscope my tears bleed. Are all my convictions, a nebulous dream? Or an extreme heart string byzantine regime scheme The enigma of belief, Faiths blind design an arcane codex In the sanctum of my mind An interrogative cadence, resonating deep, Why do these beliefs, in my psyche, keep? Sifting through my consciousness, Only one true path on my quest. Navigating the mystic, cryptic, and veiled Always questioning who's the master of my sail As I unravel the cipher, a journey unfolds, Through the maze of belief, where mystery molds. In the realm of questions, an answer I crave, Why do I believe what I believe? An inquiry to brave.

In the echoes of the whispers, where truths unfold, I ponder the tales that my ears were told. A symphony of beliefs, a chorus in my mind, But I question the roots, what made them intertwine? A canvas painted with doctrines and lore, but who held the brush, what purpose it bore? Was it choice or a path I was guided along? In the sea of convictions, where do I belong? From the cradle to the present stand, I journey through beliefs, a shifting sand. Were they foundations or just fleeting mist? In this enigma of faith, where does truth exist? A dance with dogmas, a waltz with doubt, In the corridors of certainty, I wander about. The stories I've clung to, like stars in the night, Why do they guide me, what's hidden from sight? Navigating the currents of understanding, Unveiling the origins of beliefs commanding. In the pages of knowing, a story was thrown, Diving deep within, did I choose the seeds sown. Seeking the essence of my own perception, Unraveling the threads of introspection. A voyage through the maze of my own reflection. Challenging the roots of my own connection. Was I told, taught or did I choose to believe, in this cabalistic kaleidoscope my tears bleed. Are all my convictions, a nebulous dream? Or an extreme heart string byzantine regime scheme The enigma of belief, Faiths blind design an arcane codex In the sanctum of my mind An interrogative cadence, resonating deep, Why do these beliefs, in my psyche, keep? Sifting through my consciousness, Only one true path on my quest. Navigating the mystic, cryptic, and veiled Always questioning who's the master of my sail As I unravel the cipher, a journey unfolds, Through the maze of belief, where mystery molds. In the realm of questions, an answer I crave, Why do I believe what I believe? An inquiry to brave.