In the mirror’s gentle gaze, I find
A face that shifts with time’s embrace,
Eyes that dream of worlds unknown,
A heart that beats with newfound pace.
Whispers of a voice once soft,
Now echo with a deeper tone,
Stories told in awkward steps,
As I carve a path of my own.
The world unfolds in vivid hues,
A canvas painted with desire,
Every fear and every hope
A flicker in the youthful fire.
Between the echoes of the past
And promises that lie ahead,
I dance upon this fragile line,
With dreams and doubts, my constant thread.