In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
A soul seeks its own melody,
Dancing to the beat of solitude,
Where dreams and reality meet.
Amidst the crowd’s ceaseless hum,
An individual voice rises strong,
Carving paths untrodden and wild,
In the tapestry of life’s song.
Every choice a brushstroke bold,
On the canvas of self-defined,
Colors blend in harmony,
Crafting stories intertwined.
In the embrace of one’s own light,
The journey unfolds, true and free,
Each step, a testament to self,
In the dance of individuality.