In the quiet whispers of the mind,
A journey begins, subtle and kind,
Through shadows and light we wade,
Seeking truths that never fade.

Layers of thoughts, like oceans deep,
In silent realms where secrets sleep,
Unraveling threads of dreams untold,
In the tapestry of the soul, bold.

The mirror reflects a curious gaze,
In the dance of time, a gentle haze,
Questions linger in the silent air,
Who am I in moments rare?

Through the echoes of the heart’s refrain,
Understanding blooms in joy and pain,
A mosaic of moments, vast and free,
In the discovery of the true me.