The ring says it knows the secret to infinity.
But it can’t share it. The loop never breaks.

The bed says it isn’t the place where dreams end.
It’s where they begin.

The plant insists it knows the sun’s name.
But it says it will never tell.

The pillow says it holds more than just your head.
It holds every unspoken word.

The carousel keeps turning,
but no one remembers where it started.

The map insists it knows where you’ve been.
But it refuses to show you the way forward.

The moon says it never meant to be the nightlight.
But it’s learning to shine in the dark.