In the quiet corners of my soul, I roam,
A wanderer seeking an authentic home.
Amid the noise and endless masquerade,
I yearn for genuine connections, unswayed.

Through the maze of faces and shallow charm,
I seek the souls that echo with a gentle alarm.
A resonance that pierces through the noise,
A feeling that speaks without the need for poise.

In the age of screens and fleeting grace,
I crave the touch of hearts in a sacred space.
A meeting of minds, a dance of shared souls,
A place where authenticity fills the roles.

I've traveled through the valleys of small talk,
Climbed the mountains of egos, had my moments to balk.
But be...