In the depths of the mind, a mystery unfolds,
A journey with no memory, no past to hold.
Wandering through life, an identity lost,
A soul in the shadows, by inner storms tossed.

A name, a face, once known, now strange,
Through time and space, compelled to range.
A fugue state takes hold, a mind's escape,
From trauma's tight grip, a mental reshape.

The heart may grieve for the self that's gone,
In the silent aftermath of the fugue's dawn.
But healing comes, and memories return,
In the mind's own time, as life's pages turn.

So let the mind wander, let it find its way,
Through the fugue's passage, to a brighter day.
For in the depths of loss, new selves are born,
And from the darkest night, comes the hopeful morn.