In the quiet corners of our minds,
Where hopes and dreams entwine,
We craft the vivid tapestries of life,
With threads of gold and silver line.

We chase the stars beyond the night,
With eyes wide open to the skies,
Yet shadows follow as we climb,
Reminding us of finite ties.

The paths we draw with trembling hands,
Are painted with the hues of fate,
Expectations guide our gentle steps,
In realms of love and realms of hate.

But as the dawn of wisdom breaks,
We learn the art of letting go,
For dreams are but the seeds we sow,
In gardens where true freedom grows.