In the quiet corners of my mind,
Echoes of dreams softly unwind.
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
Woven through the passing years.
Amidst the shadows and the light,
I seek myself in the silent night.
A journey vast, yet close to home,
Where heart and soul are free to roam.
The whispers of the world may fade,
Yet in my soul, the truth is laid.
A dance of thoughts, both new and old,
Stories of self, quietly told.
The mirror shows a fleeting face,
Yet within, I find my place.
A mosaic of moments, small and grand,
In the journey of self, I understand.