Within the chambers of my mind, I find
A melody that dances, intertwined
With shadows cast by doubts and dreams
In silent whispers, or so it seems.

The rhyme of self, a gentle call
Through valleys deep and mountains tall
A quest to seek the truth confined
In verses bold and thoughts aligned.

In solitude, the heart does sing
Of past, of future, and everything
The echoes of a soul’s embrace
A timeless journey, a boundless space.

And as the final note does fade
In quiet moments, softly played
The rhyme of self, it lingers still
A testament to strength and will.