In the quiet corners of my mind,
I find the echoes of my past,
Whispers of dreams left behind,
Shadows of moments that did not last.
Through paths untraveled and roads unknown,
I search for pieces of who I am,
In the silent whispers, I have grown,
A constant ebb, a gentle slam.
Within the heart’s deep, endless sea,
Lies the essence of my true being,
In the waves, I find the key,
To the truths I’m ever seeing.
From dawn to dusk, in every breath,
I weave the tapestry of me,
A tale of life, of love, of death,
In the mirror, I am free.