In the mirror’s quiet gaze, I stand,
Searching depths of who I am,
Tracing lines on weary hands,
Seeking truth in shifting sands.
Echoes of past whisper near,
Shadows of doubt, yet so clear,
Through the fog, I steer and steer,
A path unveiled, I hold dear.
Heartbeats mark the passage of time,
Each pulse a note in life’s rhyme,
In solitude, I find the climb,
To mountains where dreams align.
An evolving story, written by me,
With every step, I strive to be,
A reflection of my own decree,
An example of self, eternally free.