Did the whispers sell you secrets, set you sail
To find the fortune in a tale so tall?

How does it fly?
How does it soar?
On winds of chance
With no maps to explore
Maps made of dreams, they carry you wide
Beyond the edge of the known world, so wide

On tides of fate you drift away
In search of truth in the night and day

Where does it land?
Where does it fall?
Did you climb the cliffs of stories, stone so sheer
Feel the adrenaline, freedom and fear?

Why does it turn?
Why does it drift?
On currents of whispers
The stories they lift

In lands unknown, where shadows play
Did the murmurs guide your every stride?
With caution thrown to the winds astray
You danced upon the lie's wild ride

The story spun from silk so thin
Where does it twist? Where does it spin?
Did you find the hidden places, myths untold?
In the silence where the truth had to unfold
On the journey's path, made from lies you heard
Every whispered fib, a new world conferred

How does it shade?
How does it weave?
How does it shape the path that's now perceived?
Did you seek the riddles in the cosmic weave?
In the echoes of the whispers, lost and found
Was there wisdom in the air, in every sound?

What does it seek?
What does it reveal?