In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and dreams are born,
I seek the face I once had known,
In the silent echoes of the morn.
Through the winding paths of lifeâs embrace,
I wander, searching for my place,
In the mirror of time, I see a trace,
Of who I was, a fleeting grace.
The worldâs vast canvas, painted wide,
Reflects the journey deep inside,
Each step a story, each fall a guide,
To find the self I cannot hide.
And as the stars in twilight gleam,
I find myself within a dream,
In the heartâs deep well, a soft, bright beam,
Discovering the self, I become the theme.