In the quiet reflection of a moonlit night,
I trace the contours of my own silhouette,
A dance of shadows in the gentle light,
A story untold, a journey unmet.

Whispers of the past linger in my gaze,
Each scar a testament, each smile a song,
I walk the path of ancient, winding ways,
In search of where my true heart belongs.

In the depths of dreams where silence reigns,
I find the echoes of forgotten names,
A tapestry of joy and hidden pains,
A canvas where my spirit plays its games.

Yet in the core of this ever-spinning sphere,
I stand unshaken, firm in my own space,
Embracing every tear, every cheer,
For in this journey, I find my place.