In the mirror, I see a myriad of dreams,
A face that holds secrets untold,
Eyes that shimmer with unyielding gleams,
A soul thatâs both young and old.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
My spirit roams, free and wild,
Embracing the rain, chasing the sky,
With a heart thatâs forever a child.
In the quiet hush of the midnight hour,
My thoughts take flight like birds,
Weaving tales of love and power,
In the silence, I find my words.
A seeker of truth, a lover of light,
My journey is never complete,
With every dawn, a new sight,
With every step, a new beat.