I walk through paths of silent dreams,
Where shadows whisper forgotten schemes.
In the quiet of my searching heart,
I find the echoes of who I am, a work of art.

Beneath the stars that softly glow,
I ponder the tales the winds bestow.
In every tear, in every smile,
I trace the roads I’ve walked a while.

The mountains high, the rivers deep,
In solitude, my secrets keep.
A tapestry of life untold,
In every thread, a story bold.

With every dawn, a promise new,
A canvas wide, a sky of blue.
I paint my dreams with colors bright,
In the mirror of my soul, I find my light.