In the mirror, I find my soul,
A tapestry of tales untold,
Each line and scar a story bold,
A journey through the days of old.

My heart beats with a rhythm rare,
Embracing joys and silent despair,
A dance of dreams in the midnight air,
A spirit free, beyond compare.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I’ve wandered under the endless sky,
With eyes that seek, and lips that sigh,
For truths that lie where shadows lie.

I am a canvas, ever-changing,
Colors blending, rearranging,
An endless tale, forever ranging,
A life of wonder, ever engaging.