In the quiet whispers of the night,
I find the traces of my own light,
A solitary path carved by my feet,
Where echoes of my dreams quietly meet.
Among the forest of wandering souls,
I hear the call that gently unfolds,
A melody of self, pure and true,
Within the chaos, a clear view.
The world spins in its ceaseless pace,
Yet I stand firm, finding my own grace,
In the reflection of my inner sea,
I am boundless, wild, and free.
The tapestry of life is woven with care,
Each thread unique, beyond compare,
In my heart, I hold the key,
To unlock the essence of individuality.