In the quiet corners of our minds,
Where solitude and thought entwine,
Lies a world that is solely ours,
A realm of dreams and unseen stars.

Each path we tread, uniquely ours,
Carved by choices, marked by scars,
We stand alone, yet not apart,
With stories written on our hearts.

The whispers of our inner voice,
Guiding us through noise and choice,
A symphony of one, distinct and true,
Composed by me, composed by you.

So let us cherish what we see,
In every shade of individuality,
For in our essence, we find the key,
To live, to love, and simply be.