In the quiet whispers of the soul,
Beneath the layers of the worldâs control,
Lies a voice, unique and free,
An essence of pure individuality.
Each step, a dance of oneâs own rhythm,
Each thought, a spark of wisdom,
A canvas painted with dreams untold,
A story of courage, fierce and bold.
The heart beats to its own song,
A melody where no note is wrong,
Embracing shadows and light divine,
Crafting a path thatâs truly mine.
In the tapestry of existence, we weave,
Threads of self, in which we believe,
A masterpiece of diverse creation,
Celebrating the beauty of our own narration.