In the haze where annie dwells,a world of whispers and chaotic spells.your words paint a vibrant scene,of light and dark, of what has been.the rhythm of life, a tumultuous swing,yet beneath it all, a tender heart sings. annie, my friend, are you lost or foundin this dance of existence, with layers profoundembrace the shadows, learn their song,for within the chaos, you truly belong.what is it you seek, in this rhythmic plighted